Текст песни Nine - Ta Rasss
Nine - Ta Rasss слова песни
[Nine]Ta rasss, who you think you playin with?It`s the Nine and I`m on some old word to Jah type shitFlavor, spits from the larynx, check CD`scassettes, brings checks up in my restMirror, mirror - sit `pon wall!Who comes down with true wicked - yes y`all!Membranes, them haffa ? from eggStill I`m full of lead, I-ah leave nuff man deadI possess finesse, wear vest `pon chestPack glock in waist for, whoeva won testSix million ways to die - chose one!Razor blade, cyanide, and de one shotgunJust to name a few, I-ah mash up your crewHere it comes, microphone check, ONE TWO!We can get wicked whether night or dayNine, Nine, come out and play!Chorus: repeat 2XTa rasss! All I need is Power-UThe mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brewTa rasss! All I need is Power-UThe mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew[Nine]I get high like fuckin helicoptersAnd when I get home I peel off my silk boxersWash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the fuck is up?Check the cash in the stashMC`s are fleas, to NineI make cheese like thieves, nigga please!Open Sesame, don`t test meI`ll shove my balls in your mouth, you look like Dizzy GillespieFor those who wave they arm, I`ma hack it offwith the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack yaRun you down with a tractor!You a actor, tryin to play my part with no fuckin heartYou the tin man... nigga!Go see The Wizard of Oz or kick the canDamn, now I am the man the only manwith a sound that pounds like gunshots in weed spotsThe only thing she gettin is big.. cock..When I push and I push in that wet.. spot..How she like it? How she like it? She like it a lotCause I`m thick and I hit that G.. spot..Chorus[Nine]I got cash, crazy cash, I stash hashin the crack of my ass, then I dash, quick fastI blast, MC`s don`t last, I move fastlike cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glassI see, asses I must pass, then I crash and cutlike Grandmaster Flash at early mass!The Monster Mash bump uglies like car crashI`m like, Everlast, _Jump Around_ when I *BUST* that assLaugh last, laugh best, who you won test?I`ll make a mess on your girlfriend`s dressThen bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooterCause I ain`t new ta, WHO DA?Hell is gonna question the _Redrum_ master himselfYeah, I blow ta rasss off the top shelfTa rasss.. all respect goes outto KRS-One, Primo, Ralph McDaniels, Sluggy RanksRedman, Method Man, Ill Al SkratchTha Alkaholiks - J-Ro, my nigga!And that`s how I`ma leave you on this note right hereIf you FRONTIN, on the N-I-N-EI bring ta rasss.. mad noise, and let you recognize!It`s my turn now! (ta rasss)Ta rasss!