Текст песни RBX - A.W.O.L. (Escape From Death Row)
RBX - A.W.O.L. (Escape From Death Row) слова песни
Doc-tor Dre, do you remember you was brokeand the whole rap industry thought ya was a joke?Me, D.O.C., and D.O.G., sat and madelyrics to replenish your name like GatoradeBut you got thirsty for the money! Punkand disrespect the three that put ya back up on itAlways talkin bout, your word good as goldWash, fold, put it out to dry, cause you lieI put that on my momma and my mateand if I`m makin this up, let my momma head laySo fool you know I`m comin on the rizzealThe way you played me, you deserve a smack to BrazilILL, the way you played your brother Warren GYou best to check yourself, next time you talk about Ea-zy?Stip Wometn? the new Jerry HellerDre`s the company, so to me, he like EazySnoop D-O-G, is like the old D.O.C.Puttin all work, gettin all jerkedDoes that make me Ice Cube of the place, Steady Mobbinwhile Dre (Death Row) steady robbin? OhhAnd what, fool, steady squabbin?Dogg Pound givin doubled up on lumpsSo here you feel froggy jumps when I rear backcompact glock forty glock dumpsBLAOW, how you like me now?But it ain`t Moe Dee it`s me, the XNow rated RBX, and yoIf you didn`t know, escape from Death RowChorus: RBXRemember me step in, executionRemember me I have no remorseRemember me I`m high, poweredRemember me I drop bombs like Hiroshima!(RBX is A.W.O.L.) I drop bombs like Hiroshima! [2X]*cutting and scratching of Notorious B.I.G.`s "Juicy" `And if ya don`t know... and if ya... And if ya don`t know, now you know, nigga`*I killed him too quick to fuckin think about itRBXtra, Xtra, read about itTell me what ya thought fool, huh, what?Now I`m pissed off in all black in the cutFool walks by, eh-heh, BOOM!Cops said I killed him but they can only assumeNever found no damn murder weapon, I`m steppinX, X, the XX-con, X-ecution, X mark the spotFlip it around, and the mark gets shotAnd I`m gon take it out with this light it`s mightyacross your face, you see the red lightsNow you ain`t got no face no moreBullet, rip that body, tore, collapsethen I kick the tricky rapsX, Xtra, Xtra X-terminationHere is the presentationHaven`t you ever heard of a killer?Killer killer illa, like Magilla Gorilla illathen deadly medly murder with a penAnd you can`t cross out a X, niggaGot my itchy itchy finger on the triggaBUST, bodybag, and crushTrust, flush, down the toiletIn other words you ain`t shitYou be talkin that ill, you ain`t a killa for real, really doeI know, and now I let you know (busta!)RBX is A.W.O.L., escape from Death RowChorus + 2 extra "drop bombs"