Текст песни Sticky Fingaz f Columbo the Shining Star - Licken Off in HipHop
Sticky Fingaz f Columbo the Shining Star - Licken Off in HipHop слова песни
To my niggas in the 2-1-2 and 3-1-0bitches in the 3-0-5 and 4-0-4niggas in the 7-1-3 and 2-0-1, 3-1-2, call 9-1-1[Chorus]It`s Sticky Fingaz licken off in hip-hop {*repeat 3X*}Every rhyme I kick is a gunshot[Verse One]My heart bleeds for you, so don`t waste your tearsI`m about 175 in dog yearsMy blocks so hot step outside and get sunburnedUnless you talking business or money I`m unconcernedI live for now because my days is numberedI got a six shot revolver watch the barrel on my gun turnI`m like an accident just waiting to happenA nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin` to clap `emIt`s pitiful this game is too politcal criticalbut let`s not talk about the big I`s and the little you`sNiggas wouldn`t be confused if they mind their p`s and q`sKeep your nose out of mine and I won`t have to squeeze the two`sAnd cock the glock, what`s that sound?Everybody know Sticky be puttin downSo watch out watch out, niggas better clear a pathThink I`m scared to blast cause I`m doing flicks on Miramaxand New Line fuck security, my bodyguard is my two ninesKnew I`d make it big in due timeMy only lie when my lips moveGun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol; who wanna get shot?Until I smell `em for myself I don`t believe shit stinkrobbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sinkAnd all these whack rappers want deals but no can doLabels be like "Don`t call us, we`ll call you!"[Chorus] - repeat 2X[Verse Two]Back in the day Sticky was stickin` niggasand strippin niggas and still getting figuresand pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggasI ran with life bidders and ice pickersNow wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin white bitchesBut that`s just a deep thought in the back of my mindI`m Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grimeI got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder gripconcealed inside my leather camoflauge so I can ride notice it?Don`t tell nobody, but between me and you I put three in youAdd you and ya crew to the M-E-N-UI got bloopers of ya death and I draw it myselfWant the job done right you gotta do it yourselfMy code defending my conscience, my mind afflicted with monstersKill a nigga over nonsense for five centsYou a glutton for punishment, I`m the nigga runnin shitYO BREATH STANK THAT CAUSE YOU BE TALKING A TON OF SHIT!You can`t take me out forget about itKillers in front of ya house forget about itY`all niggas don`t want no war forget about itI`ll bring it to your front door and you won`t do shit about itYou need work come see me son I`m taking applicationsYou can`t beat me join me save yourself the aggravationYou dead if you harm a single hair on my headMy payback is going to cost you a arm and a leg[Chorus] - repeat 2X[Outro]Ooo.....You can run but you can hidewhen I come it`s do or diepoint your guns to the skyput em up real high