Текст песни Q-Tip f Busta Rhymes - N.T.
Q-Tip f Busta Rhymes - N.T. слова песни
[Q-Tip]for real though who really got sick thoughon the edge got the ledge hangin` out of the windowbird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaffuck around you`ll be against me the size of a meal sackcutie little bucks better hit the jakebut that doesn`t mean nothin to the heart withinyou cramped up you and your team I`m amped upand you asses can`t dip my Bmy shine what the fuck is on your mind?Little weaklink rappers better hit the grindOther brothers ain`t motivated they can`t do itNot only the opposite train it I ran through itMy music comes on and we march at the danceInside of your mind or inside of my pants?Use a cruel intention that we have is badYou sick? Drink a NyQuil when I`m bed on your assOh well then here comes the gellatiinTips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin` friends Now your party is completely blownReal name is Kamal I`ll make him peep his ownIt`s rap time for you that means nap timePreachin from my joint what the fuck I`ma clap mineSingin songs in 6 pens with sit tensedSurpised your ass is the end like the sixth senseheavy hitters knockin shit out the parkyou didn`t even really play tell me why did you startspittin sharp blades lakes with bleachyou wanna play around kid I`m not a walk at the beacha stroll in the park or your fuckin playgroundput on your headphones and tell me how granades soundput on your walkmase and go underneath the townQ-Tip abstract how I gets down Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sureLet your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna[Q-Tip]get down[Busta Rhymes]fuck that niggas will bust gats better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna[Q-Tip]get down[Busta Rhymes]blick shit piano sick shit[Q-Tip]get down[Busta Rhymes]chill you can get off my dick and[Q-Tip]get down[Busta Rhymes]while I`m on the hook get on your good foot and blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that`s how we[Q-Tip]get down[Q-Tip]comin with the brand new quickly we pant tothe young black man with intentions to band yousee that people need a age in thingsso many paid their ways so many phean to stayI really rhyme cuz I feel I should say thingsBy the fortualte act rap just so they cop ringsOr maybe because when they was youngThey was fronted on a life alone that have their own funNow their all grown up to be assholesI`m giving you the rope will you tie talassels?You swing dingaling for peas treesWhile I sip my Dacarees in the south west breezeWritings so exciting the pen it keepsDrippin out jings that`s converted to hems and themPeople be hummin in formality next to kinMy family is starvin? You know they want me to winWe forfeit nigga please get off itSecond checkin my name to my officeMutombo in the lane yo I toss itAbstract comin through witness abortion