Текст песни Xzibit - 3 Card Molly, слова песни Xzibit

Текст песни Xzibit - 3 Card Molly

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Текст песни Xzibit - 3 Card Molly

[ras kass]What, yeah, yeahBlack john mcclane, harold the menace, and the waterproofWith my nigga bud'da, on the trackGolden state warriors..Eatin every rapper on the plateHuh, feel me( )I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-ohOn section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevensSport a marilyn manson t-shirt when i die and go to heavenSmoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resinRemember the name ras kass-cianoGet to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause i'm a mac, like ronaldI make mac make money, and mack murder wack rappersMy makaveli verse bomb first, the mac-11'll gat chaWhen i get at cha, the situation tensesFatality before you ever reach your sensesGot so-called writers, crashing into brick fencesLike my name was al fayed so you die, like that white princessIf you lookin for sympathy, you better lookBetween r and t, in the fucking dictionarySee the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin henn'Whip a benz and leave it to your next of kinChorus: repeat 2x[rk] pick a card any card, i bet you can't pull it[gs] golden state, number one with a bullet[xz] it's three card molly[rk] will they ever stop?[xz] probably not[sn] pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop[saafir the saucee nomad]The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysicsA doctor, with a lot of patients/patienceAnd perseverance -- flows like an ocean linerThat sails/sales like a clearance, i'm bilingualFly like a flamingo, i'm a pitcha, everything i freakI eat like al pacino, you don't like me babyYou ain't happy, you need some ecstasyNow you in my properties, but you have to pay my equityFor the lowest point in my characterI'll reach the highest place in the house when i rockLike the qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cubeBeen this way since i was fourteenAnd like this i been runnin shit without the use of sportscremeRippin up tracks like immigrant chinese, peep the game i layI'm grim, i brim over my brow when i ripNever write rhymes with slim fingertipsEach syllable you choose to use is light as a flowerKeep tryin to go goldBut all you're gettin is a golden showerChorus[xzibit]Look, now if it wasn't for the westThese rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chestKeep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you driveSo the day some niggaz come for you i'm really not surprisedMr. black bruce willis, please don't kill usI show mercy like kevorkian, like a scorpionWe sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venuePut you on the spot to put you on the menuFricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hotXzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shopStrippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to dropGo ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathinJerry spring-you out the studio, then suge knight youTo the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we gotPicture yourself crushin xzibit with your tough talkThat's like christopher reeves doing the crip walkChorus

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