Текст песни Rumpletilskinz - Attitudes
Rumpletilskinz - Attitudes слова песни
Attitude is... madness Attitude is... personality Attitude is... flexibility Attitude is balls Attitude is... talkin Attitude is ways and actions Actions and ways Attitude is the Rump!Verse One: The Capitol L.S., Sha-Now (Remedy Man), JeranimoI`m the one! That gets that deeper job doneRefuse to Jump Around and rhymin like a burnt oneFor them who pause, you got to get out of the midstsplit teeth grit, but your shit don`t mean SHITBustin to the backs when Flip, ModesAlthough I`m only XTO`sBeware of the vocal when I`m shinin like goldGet fold, I`ma slip into dangerous modeHere comes the Now when I deal with aspect ofthe loom and my attitude swells and a phone can`t copNo please don`t freeze lyrics are run to seigeI`m known as a mess, when I rhyme silly pleasBad boy big mouth, I smack your waist outWith a birds blow, when the weather gets kinda coldUse an instructive tongue or you get flunkedAs I boot out my burner and I flank up your blockKnowin that you`re one who pays a freaky copBut I won`t stop cause the son out just took your spotTo the bump bass! Styles comin down I need help mo`space I got mad stress hangin off a bass that`sAttitude a minimal to be rumpNumber one dump, niggaz are pussy, time to humpI`m gettin ready for the skingo for sex I flex and throw mensAnd shit pens and legends and clipsI`m the last Mowhikan, heat seekin the bitHip-hop and rock when Jeranimo`s rippinIt`s a indian so mic planet sounds is the beatOh goody gumdrop, there`s propsWelcome to the ill got skills, chillHardknocksChorus:My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! (8X)Verse Two: Jeranimo, L.S., Remedy ManWhen it`s Jeranimo, everyone, yell timberThis apache war, skin raw yeah entermy inner, hardcore center hold scoutsI taste or racial punks with the doubtsWe bout zabout super superb on curbsKind of fresh guess best, press, the answeris yes, for nuttin all over your faceAnd you don`t have to say you`re...Damn, my attitude is rudeIt`s another bad mood, hahah releaseRumple-in killin, skill in, original stylesNo peace I shout, much stress and I`m outI would think eligible, always willin to tell a fewRappers, dappers, butt skill rappers, that I`m about toblow up! In ninety-four or tomorrowBut yet, still flow, talkin about super tracksAnd lips gonna be flappin, and yappinTen thousand plans...Make it a thousand handsCunts simply chargin to feel my funkBut they gets nothing but a bunch of jeep bumpTell me something what makes the female sexwant to swing with a singer *laughter*I got a partner he can sing but shhh, it`s on the DLWrap my fist grip it tight break the skull on the micFrom my well fittin rhyme that this Rump bring in sightI love to see when the noise gets the crowd hypeAnd like clit detentia -- I need more affectionThinking things with appeal of redemptionSoak the attention I gets no detentionFinality shots ay what it`s worth mentioninToo much funk with a touch be a RumpAttitudes act up increase but never ceaseWhen we feed the ears from China to PeruMy attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! (8X)Crossin that line! (8X)Crossin that line, head for the borderCrossin that line, head for the border...