Lyrics:
qu'le rap a ruiné, comment qu'est arrivée là, no comprende
Une semaine à rec l'album pis c'est fini
C'est pas un million d'tentatives pour une bonne
mal
J'crache amygdales
À chaque fois c'est clash amical
Claque radicale
On a dosé les flows au gramme décimal
V'la l'récital, ohlala merde, ça fait si
[B.G.](BulletProof)
V.L
(Team up)
V
V.L
(Team up, team up)
V.L
(Team up)
V.L
(Team up)
V.L
Verse 1: BulletProof
I'm full of that raw
???? a cop
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
you" to the people in the building
For helping me build the empire that I'm still building
Diddy said a rapper only gets five years, we doubled that
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D.,
enough to 4-5 me up
Child of the 80s, y'all niggas is lazy
Complainin' 'bout labor pains nigga show me the baby
And my nigga Game light another L pass
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
artists like Midas for over five years
Without changing tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage
It's in rare condition, peep the diction
Pen bleed
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Yeah, fall in line
To fall back, Big L's technique
Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtops sat back behind the head
Just like
nude,
Spread mayonaise
And kaopectate all over your body and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard and we can,
We can walk down the streets by the stars
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
är upp till dig.
Det måste väl do förstå vad som är fel.
Tuuuure! jag sjunker!!
Nä, just det.
Sjunker 'you? !
a little bit faster
Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master
You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell
So stay up out
so schlimm
IPhone 5 zock‘ ich dir ab
Dein Album, es bleibt unbeachtet, sieh es ein
Im geistigen Duell mit mir
Wärst du komplett unbewaffnet
Und Joko
Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
clair qu'pour eux on est du chiffon
Ils veulent être en tête
Ça complote encore comme sur l'World Trade
Ils nous endettent
Avec leur T.V ils nous rendent
of my mic peers
Buildin' up a Buzz, in five years I'll probably be gone)
Somewhere in between Mad Max and Zach Braff
Cause I'm on the "Road to Fury"
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
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