Текст песни Royce Da 5`9`` - Something`s Wrong With Him
Royce Da 5`9`` - Something`s Wrong With Him слова песни
(feat. Carlos "6 July" Broady)[Royce Da 5`9" + (6 July)]Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with `Los and Kinoconsists of - (Nigga tone it down, there`s way too much killin)Of course I ignore `em, a poor man talkI don`t give a fuck if I throw my poor fans offPathetic war done entered my brain and permanently changed meNow I`m angry so FUCK a metaphorFUCK hip-hop, hip-hop sucks!You got, niggaz on top swingin from 2Pac`s NUTS!It`s like, I could go in the laband try to write somethin that`s nice or bright but I will be holdin backMy scripture`s in the darkDeep-rooted soldier inside my soul, uncontrollable temper like "The Hulk`s"My wife don`t like my album, it`s way too dark for womenShe say it sound like I hold grudgesShe rather listen to Joe Budden`s, no disrespect aight?But FUCK a party now and everybody like[Chorus: Royce + (6 July)](What`s wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin)(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)Lethal, BUT - I have no problemwith puttin this gun down and beatin yo` ass upI was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel youI like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you(Something`s wrong with him)[Royce Da 5`9" + (6 July)](Just like his popsHe don`t give a fuck if you like him or notHe`s a major problem) I will slap yo` ass in churchAnd apologize to Jesus later, punk!Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich?And why I ain`t got SHIT in my pocket but lint?This ain`t rap no mo`, this not a flowThis is beef, there`s a couple street niggaz that got to go (bloaw!)My name is Nickel (haha) I`m from the suburbs (yeah!)It`s only a ten-minute drive to come and get you (yeah)TIRED of you hoesI will slap snot side-ways outta ya nose, PARTNAH! (partnah!)I know we got dramaBut I will still show up at your funeral and hug yo` ugly-ass mommaEverybody wanna know why the flow is so bad(Why is you so mad?) Everybody askin[Chorus][Royce Da 5`9"]I`m a natural since - I wrote "Black Girl"I hope that you don`t thinkthat I won`t smack yo` bitchCause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu, when I kill youYou can get ideas, nobody compares you thugsI will put out the bub on top of yo` headThis .22 rifle, be shootin them bouncin bulletsThe enter into your head and exit out yo` footRide off as soon as my clip turns, you click and[click click, BOOM] them choppers is lookin for eyeballs (yeah)You could bring yo` roughest toughest thugthat`s jealous just tell him to touch me, I will fuck him up!I will knock his ass OUTAnd if I can`t beat him I will grab my heater and POP his ass!FUCK yo` life, stripes I will shock yo` hoodAnd I ain`t never dyin, knock on wood - whattup `Los?[Chorus]