Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва
171 3 часа назад

Текст песни Prodigal Sunn f 12 O`Clock - Manhunt

Prodigal Sunn f 12 O`Clock - Manhunt слова песни

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]Chitty chitty bang bang, bang, bangChitty chitty..[Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn]I make you jump jump, bang this shitHigh or low, out your trunk-trunkSpit that raw, give `emGive `em, give `em, what they wantPumpin` and thumpin` and dumpin`It`s a manhunt, yo, it`s a manhunt[Prodigal Sunn]Yeah, we get it crunk like Lil` Jon and them Eastside BoyzThem Brooklyn boys, G-O-D-Z, up in Tonka toysThirty mil` team, hand gleem, filled chips a`hoySelf employed, get it from Evon and Peter RoyLumbers and heaters, jumpin` out the Z2 seatersRockin` Louie with them Gucci sneakers, live in Cheetah`sDon`t get it twisted, stay lifted, keep the metal biscuitThe grand wizard chameleon lizard, New York BlizzardLive as can be, live on stage in TennesseeMakin` that legal tender, seein` our dough, drink the HennesseySon, you fake, you not a friend of me, not even a can-it-beYou about to catch a John F. KennedyThen I escape through the assembly, ghost from the vecinityVacant my suite, flash bring sceneryTypical moves for you pitiful dudesCupcakes and corn flakes, it ain`t no love without hate[Chorus 2X][Prodigal Sunn]A thoroughbred since a young shorty, guzzlin` `40`sThe forty-five on the right side, ready to rideDo or die, Bedstuy, where heads fly, you don`t ask whyDo the knowledge, add it up and applySome last words from my dying uncle, stay focused, get that cashStay on the lookout, for triggers in masksMove smart, blend with the dark, roll with men of heartAnd every beast, shall play they part, young GodMmmm.... meditated, for a minute, high set it offThe green splendid, knew what he was sayin`, knew he really meant itSurvive on the street, you liable meatBe a grown man, son, stand on your own two feetIt`s real, from the gun to the grain, hustle my nameToo many stress and high, coming in son; I already cameMuscle the game, stay clear, of them lames and damesSplit hits campaign, like Rick James on cocaine[Chorus 2X][12 O`Clock]I do it to the death, dudes don`t knowIt be the nine or the tech, get the bread then we stepGot the handle like A.I., with his leftYoung police thinkin` they Elliott NessTil they get popped in they chestThrow the burner to ya neck, dude, dare you to flexSee you girly ass dudes, I lift up your dressGot that criminal mind, like I`m Luther, the LexWant my CREAM lookin` long, when you writin` them checksBe a rebel to the game like Inspectah Deck12 O`Clock, starts today, do ends in the morn`When my bust in hers, see a star was bornBrooklyn, Brooklyn, dudes that`s where I`m fromGet a nasty ass chick, like to swallow my gumC-walking down my block, not knowing nobody, that`s crazyEven if your gun got bodiesGot a man with a pitbull, one eye, call him Shock![Hook: Prodigal Sunn]We got bangers that gon` feel this, the gritty grindzWe got hangers that gon` love this, gritty grindzI`m in the hood, baby, all the time, gritty grindzGet yours, cuz I`mma get mine, the gritty grindz[Chorus 2X][Outro: Prodigal Sunn]The gritty grindz!

Другие песни Prodigal Sunn f 12 O`Clock:

Prodigal Sunn f 12 O`Clock - Manhunt
3 часа назад 171 (не задано)

Похожие артисты:

Ничего не найдено.
wispoz.com © 2007-2026