Vodka & Milk — текст песни (Crisis Center f Style Massive)

[Undefined Christ of Rhyme]
(Version 2.0, we`re back..)
Yo, it`s the C-C-dot-P,Got it lock-D
Crisis Center program, we the top three
Burn end to end ain`t nothin` gonna stop me
No one make a move, y`all cats could never block me
Hold down the fort, or maybe they forgot me
Once we set it off guaranteed they gonna watch me
Flow head to head ain`t nothin` gonna stop me
No one make a move, y`all cats could never block me

Yo, catch me in the lobby, still lacin` vicious
Next level shit, upgrade your system
Basement to backyard, backyard to kitchen
Blue hoody up, Crisis Center across the stitchin`
Christ shine on mics, kid you can`t miss it
Spit game as nice, and it`s like you can`t switch it
Street corner anthem, stuck off the realness
Crisis Center Pro., y`all know just how we did this
Elevated flow, extraordinary fitness
On to some next shit, y`all could tell the difference
1-900-CRISIS swerve through your district
spit heat at crowds `til they look like burn victims
whoever talkin` stick `em (stick `em) who above us?
Cat`s wanna pop shit, (nah) but they duck us
Same Vanilla Sky smokin` chocolate dutches
Crisis Center`s here, bad news for motherfucker`s..Trust me

[DJ Concept scratches]
Vodka & Milk -Prodigy
It`s like mixin` Vodka & Milk
Vodka & Milk
It`s like mixin` Vodka & Milk
Vodka & Milk

[Style Massive]
(Style Mass!) I don`t come with those weak rhymes
Represent corners like fuckin` street signs
Move more +Z`s+ than Nissan
Testing the Center? Ain`t got a chance
You ain`t a man, I could smell the pussy under your pants
(Mass!) Got it locked like vice-grips
Crack more backs than fuckin` knight-sticks
Stay on point like ice-picks (Yeah)
Yo, who the nicest? It`s the Crisis
Impossible to sell-out when the shit you spit is priceless
Throw your fist up and pull the dro out
Ill as Ben Wallace when he lets the fro out (c`mon)
Dog it ain`t a game, it`s a blow out
Knot so thick I catch a pump when I pull the dough out
Same old story, your bullshit flow bore me
My name catch respect in the game like Joe Torre
Guts not glory, so I aim for your face
And throw bullets at your legs, help you stay in your place (C-C-dot-P)

[DJ Concept scratches]
Vodka & Milk -Prodigy
It`s like mixin` Vodka & Milk
Vodka & Milk
It`s like mixin` Vodka & Milk
Vodka & Milk