Текст песни Swollen Members f Son Doobie - Burns and Scars
Swollen Members f Son Doobie - Burns and Scars слова песни
(MadChild)Yo, try not to often speak on subjectUnusual suspect, revenge I must getVengeance is mine which make me heartlessDepartment of justice would love to bust usBang hard, get jacked by gang squadSo we keep it on the low, make us untouchableHard hittin when my man start spittinWe walk off through gettin, dont take ordersTry harder, cause I got friends down for murderRoll deep, walk in restaurant, pull you out your seatTake you out back, crack back, till task completeBeat to death, assassins disguised as waitersMadchild, Darth Vader, and the caped crusaderTop that, barracuda, black panther, and bobcatAnger management and unlimited gunsNatural born killers of the primitive one(Chorus: Son Doobie)Cause the spot`s that hotA lot of shots bust but I can`t get gotAnd niggas wanna pop up forget me notYo I bust two shotsSee y`all can`t stop swollen members(Son Doobie)Yo duck down, hop up nowI don`t give a fuck nowWhats up now, the ruck soundI`m up in the club nowTouchdown, I bust out rocks, with my rough styleRun around and fuck around get lost in my funhouseAny member, I dismember, rememberFor writer`s book yo I be the cut expertYour head jerk, my network thick like double deckerEnter surrender raps select swollen membersLone defenders, send bullets through contendersTempers red hot like red fox fuckin with estherDeck the saint jock I stallone like sylvesterFunk molester, impress all semesterAggressor, protector, successor sub foreverUncle Fester cut back the WinchesterRecord like ill connect son like CaressaSend an x to wounds, fuck a bitch foreverLike Salt-n-Peppa, Vanessa Del held whateverDefender of the D-cup, the mad sex offenderCHORUS 2X(Prevail)If they could run they wouldThere aint no safe place to hide in this worldChange will change the term hurtFirst in line to decline held by a set to burnRed alert, nines at work, less lives on the earthUnless we stress knives from crooks, universeOne in the hearse from two in the heartYou and your crew got too much to talkIts a curse, a plague, an urgent thingAn ancient slang that`s not only spoke in gangsHuman nature, doomed in danger, ropes and hangersWest side stranglers banned to Los AngelesYou got your hands full of savages nowAnchors is down and you still gettin thrown aroundHard ocean, hearts and chests are blown openTo be smokin sunrise go home broke and no survivorsWalkin` bombs with no timersDrunk out my mind on harm a side ciderA note to my girl, I promised I`d write herTonight`s my night the bite of the black viperChorus 2X