Текст песни Teflon - My Planet
Teflon - My Planet слова песни
[Teflon]Turn me on - let the bomb drop from Comstock to OaklandKeepin it potent (Teflon) hand `em and leave `em soakinI`ll excite you, no tellin what this rap disciple might doFire from my Desert Eagle, spark is light blueAction, it`s the black rap "Fatal Attraction"Off the wall, back up off this mic, you can`t get jack sonRep on every coast and keep the streets overdosinSkeet off when I jack on tracks without the lotionNo con see, my entrepeneurs got the sewers lockedI do your block, at "5 O`Clock," +Nonchalantly+Hi-tech styles, break the x-file, co-projectileIn half, fatal paragraphs from the next childI flex this ambidextrous style, inject this dopeUp in the mic makin the blood type infectiousRespect this, I`m well amongst the nicest, precisestKid y`all niggaz couldn`t follow with trackin devicesYo I know a hundred brothers wondered what I come withbe the real, bomb shit you feel in the pit of your stomachExact with my tactics, shit pack blue steelRap with a tamper-proof seal so niggaz can`t tap itKid, it be the hell-raisin gun-blazin whacked out the rainYoung blood all the ghetto Dunns be praisinTeflon, the next Don they sayWith Grade A quality raw raps, dope that ain`t been stepped on[Chorus: repeat 2X] Hey yo Tef! (what?) Show these motherfuckers where we at!From B-Ville to Beverly Hills, we keep it fat From way down in Texas to KansasI got this, I lock this, fuck that, this is my planet[Teflon]Fuck the nonsense, I been the bomb since niggaz was playin skellyI put one in your belly, and leave my palm prints on the biscuitFuck these niggaz actin like they live shitDunn these niggaz ain`t bustin no guns, son they misfitsStrapped with, my M.O.P. rapid fire squadReady to try your card cause we don`t buy that hard image you practiceLet the record reflect, these raw deal niggazcall real shotblock, make the Hilltop hot, we draw steelWithout a shadow of a doubt, I blow somethinPush my gun in silly fake Willies that`s holdin dough, frontinWe on the frontline, come get it if you want mineHilltop Strangler, hang in the car, when it`s crunch timeSomebody school these clowns on how we get downBlast my sounds while passin through international groundYo, we represent the ghetto youthDrinkin 151 proof, shit slangin metal with my fellow troopsI`m still up on the map for those who thought I was slackinI`m too real, packin blue steel, makin it happenThat`s why they come from all over to see meMy cranium expose high levels of titanium when mics are near meOr could it be my clinically deranged, insane bring the pain stylethat have these niggaz actin timidlyIf reality, if you beef me with my cattle GThen fuck a son bring on your guns and your cavalry[Chorus] - 2X