Текст песни Pop Da Brown Hornet f Smoke - Endangered Species
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[sample from movie]No matter what you may say to the contraryNo matter what you may say to the contraryIf you are guilty of feeding false hopesProcrastination.[Intro]Nigga ATP, Smoke RecordsBrown Hornet, bout to spice you in the headHip Hop[Pop Da Brown Hornet]Expect to get stepped to, ran throughI`m a dog that`ll bite you thru the muzzleEavesdrop on ya huddle, ya standin in the puddleI smell fear, you smell troublePop Da Brown is too heavy to juggleThe holder of a bolder, plus heavy handedYou rap standing, I rhyme outstandingPick an MC out at random, that help you outBecause you by yourself is like a dick in the mouthYou suck, I suck-seed, I get high, you get skeedFuckin with Poppy Da, ya smokin more than just weedI`m about to let you know, you made the wrong decisionIn this intermission, I dominate with aggressivenessWith professionalist, let you know not to many competitors in thisTake all competitorsMagazines been rave, get extra largeBut to me you all regularsOnce I fits all, ya all about to fallThe outcome is rusum, love to battle MC`s in a twosomeBefore I roof `em, I`ll introduce them to a no nonsenseLyrical proof type stee, look up the word MCAnd see a picture of me, loungin wit a blunt in my mouthCallin shots in your house, layin up in your couchGettin served like a king, Black Caeser wit the pinkie ringWhile in the heat, don`t sweat a god damn thingCuz I`m fuller, fresher, stand out from the rest of the packLike Kris said, "they wick-wick-wack"How they make it this far, without gettin gongedThat`s right, they name it Hiroshima, but they still gettin bumpedAnd once I start droppin, there`s no stoppinYour all time favorites, will soon be forgottenWhat you digest the way I manifestMake crazy progress over a ten year stretchAnd I still keep growin, rhymes keep flowinSometimes I`m writing rhymes without me even knowinWake up, out my sleep, put down the pad and pen and roll a fat oneI`ll probably die, O.D. on platinumPlus I`m hot and scorchin, Pat Sajak, gave me the fortuneTold me I`m worth more than Steve AustinI laughed and said tell me somethin I don`t knowBlew out some smoke and disappeared with the dough[Interlude: Smoke]Yo, yo, yoYa niggas that told me that nigga Brown Hornet is wackThat nigga ain`t wack, manCome on now, this that shit right hereThis that shit that got niggas bouncin[Pop Da Brown Hornet]Are you ready? Sorry if ya notI bust they snotbox, let know that Pop Box ain`t it decomposedAny stage I rock shows, you heard it thru the grapevines from all my ex-hoesThat I`ve been doin this years, thru the sweat blood and tearsSmoked about a million blunts, drunk a 100,000 beersCertified hip hop junky, love all my tracks funkyBattling is somethin don`t take much to pump meIt comes naturally, born to be wildI`m the whole comp, you just a comp with no styleTell us to my click, in the way we get downStudy our melody, try to copy our soundFirst I`ll let you know it`s impossibleFuck around and find yourself in a hospitalWith casts and twos, be battered and bruisedIt`ll take over your feet to fit in one of my shoesDunn, dunn, I make the rules that you abide byI`m a fly guy, you just a fly by night MCYour momma warned you not to fuck with meYour hard header, don`t listen on a suicidal missionIt`s too hot inside the kitchenFor a potato head rapper like you, not to get burned, come onI told you how to rhyme, it seems you still haven`t learnedHow to master the basics, claim to have flavorBut to me it sounds tastelessHate a wack MC, it`s safe to say that I`mma racistQuit the protest against a flimsy muthafuckaTryin to make in this B-I, in it till I D-I-ELike 2Pac and B.I.G., and P-O-P is who I beNonchalantly destroy your whole infantryGladiator, lovin GP historyOn my biz-ack, back slap ya counteractHit you wit a Shaolin rap, beat the crap out ya, if it come to thatLike Bad Boy and No Limit, Smoke Records is in it to win itSince `96 to infinite[Outro]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahSteppin thru, GP, Brown HornetPeace to all my niggas, for realJune Lova, Rubba to the, yeah, yeahDown Low Recka, yeah, cominMy nigga Shy, keep it on the G, GPForever