Текст песни Royal Fam f Snuggle-Up - Our Time
Royal Fam f Snuggle-Up - Our Time слова песни
[Dark Denims]What? Take it to your motherfuckin headRoyal Fam, yeah, just me and you, niggaJust me and youPrepare to die niggaYeah you, with your snake-assSlitherin all up in my grass, with your fake assThe Dark one, my Royal Fam du`, I make a part`My team tight like fifty-five niggas up in the `partmentWhat bothers me, brothers ain`t dealin with equalityYo, nigga, Timbuktu got your ass stuck to povertyFuck the law, because the law made enoughDisrespect my Fam, awww you done fucked upWho sent you? All of a sudden you actin sentimentalYou think I give a fuck, have some knuckles to your dentalThe rhymes tight, fuck five micsGimme my strikes, my raw heat, We`re World War streetThat`s what I said right, you playa haterSave that bullshit for laterI shine your mind and refine, cuz I`m greataYou dubplated, we can never be relatedNiggas like you keep my Fam motivatedIn ninety-nine its our time to shineMy time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?[Snuggle-Up]Basically I couldn`t wait, I want the whole restaurantFuck a full plate, 20,000 Brooklyn-ese at $5Niggas is weak, a new single as I speakI realized half the world ain`t been baptistedAs the sunrise in Brooklyn, owe AllahGood-looking, dead foreshooken, I`m about to make this happenOne man assault against, everything rappinPregnate the industry, I`m claimin that its mineNo need for blood, test the albums on timeAnd when ya hear it indeed, that`s when I breast-feedTeach the culture-seed, longevityAnd if the truth shame the devilI`ma take you to a level where the truth can get you killedI`m nice with the skills, for realI pay my bills like this, plus I`m strivin righteousC.O.I.N.S. no quest` of course we`re priceless, what?In ninety-nine its our time to shineMy time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?[Dark Denims]My Law & Order will slaughter niggas in the first quarterYou wack nigga? Yo, let me rock the mic for yaThe Dark Denim had it made so you can fit `emMy Royal Fam, we strike mics like the Deadly VenomYou can`t fuck with the lyricalBomb you and your physicalInspect yo` Deck, Bob your Digital85% of you niggas is not original, it`s overAsk Jehovah, I put the witness in a comaRan up on a buster with an ArizonaWe rule shit, same old niggas on some new shitMy new slips got you bitches dancin to my musicIn ninety-nine is our time to shineMy time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?[Dark Denims] (Snuggle-Up)]{*Snuggle-Up repeating "wack-ass labels" on the background*}Yeah, all you fake ass niggas, Royal Fam, COINS{*Dark Denim hachs and spits*}Spittin on y`all niggas for the nine, 2GWhat? Comin at me with that old time bullshitWhat?(Original U.K. Fuck you!)