Текст песни Potna Deuce - Feel the Pressure
Potna Deuce - Feel the Pressure слова песни
G-- guts to the rush -- madLike a pitbull ragin brothers be wagin (war)-- suckers try to come hardcoreWhen they tricks down with a -- bitchIt ain`t nothin but a rough player skill comin from my domeFeel the pressure of the cycloneTracks that we lay breakin backs, leave you breathlessFunk Slave -- a death wishAnd I aiin`t too -- damn thangWatch your back for the jack in --So gain weight for the style I unleash, parnerChezski, Rube, herm---, Baby Beesh, partner-- fingers in the gat-- partnerWhole album, check out the sound, partnerSo mister --Potna Deuce in the house and it`s time to --RubeNigga, cough it up, so we can chop it up and then we scoop it up and loop it upAnd get the whole motherfuckin crew to cutAnd if they like it, cool, if not, later for `emYeah, I said I played it for em, never said I made it for `em-- trick, and smell the RossiNo respect for hoes or those who smoke GhadaffiBeen upon the mic for quite a whole while nowGreen-stem buds got no love for the brown, palI`m -- eight in my brainwavesRun up in two tramps in the same dayYou feel the pressure -- no jurisdictionIt`s just another mouth -- to put they dicks in-- snatch it, chop it with a hatchetLet them motherfuckers kknow what`s up, boy, that`s it--, never see me grinninTwomp sacks come way fat, so put your bid inChez:Puff up, smoke, stop---whiffChezski, the --Ba-ba-bang, hit hardBringin new styles so the punk suckers fall shortRaised as a have-not poor, knew meNever had shit handed to meThe rough type ---- so you don`t get wetBack-stabber trick -- I see itFunk Slave soldier in the pain gettin heatedComin straight sickWait, --and down for the slug fest--Crooked -- aim, kill itpressure - strong - rough, feel itplus gast Rob G