Текст песни WC f Dr. Stank, DeVil, Lady T - Ghetto Heisman
WC f Dr. Stank, DeVil, Lady T - Ghetto Heisman слова песни
* send corrections to the typist[Dr. Stank]Off that ignorant, belligerentGorilla people like mugillaFrom the chickens liver stanky rivers like kitty liverTake my finger out your putang you smelly funkadelicWith funkadelic reteric for you relics(The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper)The Grim reaper`s grim reaperI`m a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignonThe game sprays out of my mouth, like a can of KrylonRiverside to Saigon, I`m killing each track I rhyme onYou had tights on like you had nylons onBoogie banga funked out panty stainerGhetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hangerSmell me(It`s the (?) words man)Fake comedy for my accident done on purposeAbout to set the fly oneDown with the ghetto HiesmanI`ll serve niggaz in the third personDon`t even try it[Chorus: repeat 2X]Vaboom, he`s back to putting in workVaboom, to make your neck and head jerkMake`em bang-bangMake`em all moveDo the damn thingMy niggaz bang loose[WC]TimmmberHawk it`s the big hawkReady to chalkWith the boom ping, pingThat make the Dre swing, swingFlipped and slipped and clipped equipped the triggerHit. Click, click, click, click, clickNigga, dissa, stealer, scrillaDid-a-any-body kill her?I`m blastingNone of them like DanskinClosing casketsChromedPut my LA throat back onIt`s back on and getting cheddarIn my ride with the blue featherIn LinenStrolling with the vengeanceAnd when I make that gun clapbitch niggaz roll like pigeonsSo if you claiming than brang itAnd be about the dramaIt`s WC and I ain`t your mama[Chorus][DeVil]Nigga make way for the big bomberMr. all night riderOriginal bang hand gliderScuffing up Chucks swiftlyLooking for a spot launch that mini-matAnd that`s a hard hatDo it till I get youPistol grip whip youNigga your pitifulPicture me back burner materialNeverScraped off Serial numbers and brought (??)Ditching your block when live while you workCause it ain`t no half reppingEither you riding or notCock it or keep steppingCome onFeel the breezeWhat, y`all ain`t know?I got a squad so coldWe freeze all area codesThey need this - real GsCritical thesisbound to break shit down to quarter piecesFor realDeVil the boss under the DubSwangingGiving orders to chickens and thugs[Lady T]It ain`t no bitch in this industry that flow like meMatter fact, it ain`t to many niggaz that can see meFor sure, I`ve been none to loc for way too longNow the spot lights on me, so believe me its onIts funny the way I`m hated