Текст песни OUTKAST - Snappin' And Trappin'
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Текст песни OUTKAST - Snappin' And Trappin'
iller Mike)Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm waterBetter make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock upI oughta duct tape your infant daughterShow y'all soldier ass niggazI'm murder city's Sargeant SlaughterGuaranteed to get more cut than a barberI betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker( )This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetterI'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddarI give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweatersWhat's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leatherI've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weatherAnd creased denim threats delivered when I send 'emNigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shitDeliver my hits quick, who next on my shit listBanana niggaz need to splitQuit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clickThis here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragicMy pen and pixel make violence more graphicI take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap itOne muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic(x2)Killer Mike nigga!(Hook)(x2)Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want toThe game is over k.b. baby won't youJust quit the contemplating causeI'll box you in your muthafuckin mouth(Big Boi)My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it dropLike cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the topA nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepareI'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shopNigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweetersAnd woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet upI'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kinGone be the first one like some Mexicans to buckNigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in churchAnd I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty boxAnd now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your lifeYour brother fuckin' your damn wifeYou look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fateIt's too late, 'cause you hate, you hateIt's too late, 'cause you hatePunk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! (Hook)(Killer Mike)Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitchLick my blunts and spit, like she do my dickAttempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicksSpit it in her eye make it hard to focus(Big Boi)Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazyOl' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat babyGoop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the groundNow you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about(Killer Mike)Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering aboutBut fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouthNeed her to gobble up jism, like school lunchesNeed her to take cat beatings and throw punches(Big Boi)Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocusYou wanna approach us, buzzards and vulturesWe two of the dopest mic controllers