The Beatnuts LP — текст песни (The Beanuts f Gab)

[Psycho Les]
People call me the drunk, off the thick funk
Just to prove I`m ?luida? bag your whole start like ?meshuda?
Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple
We get caught, it`s strictly mental
A stone crook, I don`t go by the book
You can`t fool me with your gangsta look
I`ve truncated ??? on my turf for wet pay
When I roll a blunt, they`d better roll away
Out, and don`t try talking bold
Cause I`ll smack you with a bat just like Walking Tall
What? You punk, who`s gonna defend you?
When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you
Quick, your bitch caught a splinter from my dick
Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc-
Donald`s, the bed slammer again stick `em both
With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again

*gunshot* 2, 3, Break!

[Fashion]
I go so much of this style coming from my lips while
Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherfucking shit piles
Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain`t a proper
Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper
Let `em fucking know who`s Kool where I`m coming from
Slept for a while on my style now I`m stunning `em
Bagging `em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean
Cause all I ever want is fame, bitches, and the green
Seen crazy niggas get lost in the shuffle
With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble
Ta-dow, now, that`s how it`s falling
Whether I`m hitting skins or motherfucking ballin
Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain
I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick
Trick, you know my style, no it ain`t no use
Cause I keep your hoes wet like a fucking douche

*gunshot* 2, 3, Break!

[JuJu]
Taking `em out, no hass, I be the owner of my rhymes
Will make niggas collapse into a coma
Product of a concrete hell, I`m on a mission
Deadly with intent to shell the opposition
Fucking with this flow, come on, yo that`s treason
Niggas fuck around and get shot for no reason
Junkyard nigga, represent everytime
Corona`s in the house and yo Gab!
(Bust and rip the skills!)

[Gab]
My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war
Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord
Before I got the drive, I possess and tox
And I`m trying to survive under a cyanide landslide
But that ain`t nothing like a penny anymore
Cause I assault niggas who couldn`t launch shit with catapaults
So if you ever hear the name Gab One
Don`t even sweat it, the worst hasn`t even begun

[JuJu]
Word up, it`s like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid
19, and one, you know what I`m saying? Word



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