Текст песни Tha Liks f Kurupt Young Gotti - X.O. Experience
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[Kurupt Young Gotti]Ever since I was young I wanted to beSomethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh...[J-Ro] We promote violins![Y.G.] Yeah - check me out[J-Ro] We promote violins![Y.G.] E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro(?)[Y.G.] Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth..(Let`s go, Kurupt..)[Kurupt]May I laugh (?) to yourself, shellsBefore honor and war I just can`t tellI can`t fake these soliloquies, silencers offThe art of warfare in here violence is off (ha)Po-po`s gone, periscopes onTelescopes on, and tell her that hope goneAnd show her that war is war, fours and forty-foursBanana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boardsHead up the concourse, like (?) in concourseScissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda AccordsI`m perfect with every note, `til the periscope`s onPlay like the accordian perfect with every chordWe combine, mental body and soul`s ColumbineHope floats like public streams, ravinesHarm forces that bear armed forcesPuttin body parts all over walls and public signsAnxious as GinuwineCongressional street scholar, professional street soldierIntellectual Manitoba, California to CubaGooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tubaDead in the head shells shed red OctoberShed and spread, cock and pop the glock onlyI`m with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up likebitch - get the fuck off my dickI got pistols, pills, acid, bombsCrank, crystalized coke in linesI don`t give a fuck (we don`t give a fuck about nuttin)I don`t give a fuck (we don`t give a fuck about nuttin)I don`t give a fuck (we don`t give a fuck about nuttin)[J-Ro]You the only one walkin around with a hot stolen gunThinkin you Napolean and dream of holdin somewhile I`m rollin one it`s like a medieval upheaval, the regalget chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin ate up by the seagullsNow you out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezinIn the cold sneezinWhile I`m takin pictures cheesin at the Likwid meetin eatinAnd we all got heat that be repeatin for you knee-gazWe trippin sippin on Hen and ready to quench yo` thirstEvery time I kick a verse you wish you`d thought of it firstI need a NURSE (why J?) before my head burstfrom divin headfirst into your local networksSome people think hip-hop is so obnoxiousSome people get a kick out of it like shoe boxesI hope that, MC`sll get a lot of G`s per rapCause while the microphones are on, the place I`ll spit my words atIf I was in the ring with four men, they`d have to get more menwith mops and towels for all the liquid pourinKing Tee and Tha Liks, and Kurupt fuck it up likeBITCH, get the fuck off my dickI got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeonsBitches, rats, sluts with big buttsI don`t give a fuck (I don`t give a fuck)I don`t give a fuck (I don`t give a MOTHERfuck)[Tash](There it is.. there it goes..)So while the clock be tock tickin Tha Liks be hop hippinStraight drop-kickin victims `til they egos stop trippinBitchin while my set is on set to set it offWhile they set to set-trippin but still can`t get it offThis section sectioned off for the fly hoes and AlkiesY`all niggaz know the rules you can`t pop bottles without meIt`s Likwid, and all my niggaz is Don KingsGettin drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm SpringsCause ain`t nuttin changed but the size of the bottlesWe still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass wobbleSo look but don`t touch cause everybody know the facts isTash a maniac, Tash had tracks with actorsStill with Tha Liks, alcoholed it up likeBITCH, get the fuck off my dickI got juice, gin, Mo` (Cris) HenWalkin in the mall with thirty thousand to spendSo fuck y`all (we, don`t, give, a)[Kurupt]I don`t give a fuck (fuck, don`t, give, a)I don`t give a fuck (fuck, don`t, give, a)I don`t give a fuck (fuck, don`t, give, a)I don`t give a fuck (fuck, don`t, give, a)I don`t give a fuck (fuck, don`t, give, a)I don`t give a fuck (fuck, don`t, give, a)