Lyrics:
Bad man, bad man, bad man (Huclberry, Hypno808)
Badman, badman, yeah, yeah
Smack One
Tohle je bad man song, oni nechtěj ten smoke
Chtěj nás hulit
on the bustas then we dine
Eatin' dinner by candlelight
Be alert and put in works
With a thugs passion i'm a king
And you the queen up in thugs mansion
Me, I'm
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
with your mad clan,
Bow, kiss your dads hand,
I X my flesh now get your last brand,
Call me a mad man and I welcome you into my badland
Kiss kiss
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
[Chorus]: x3]
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa'
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killa'
As I slip into the back of my
I stood in this sun sheltered place
'Til I could see the face behind the face
All that had gone before had left no trace
Down by the railway
He
Died although 10 percent
Wouldn't receive see He
Died although 20 percent
Wouldn't understand and only
30 percent reverenced Him
As the Son of Man
10 centuries, impressions and memories
The first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
He believed light could
slow down slightly
Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it
Derek X to the right
C'mon and clap
slow down slightly
Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it
Derek X to the right
C'mon and clap
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin'
Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez
Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin' trees
My mind sees
X-Clan
(W!) We want war, World War, world-wide warnin
Walkin with weapons we wackin walkie-talkie wearin wardens
We with whatever, want what whylin
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
From the clan of Macnab in America
My name is Matt, I'm the cat
How are ya'll today?
To the jumping little children
And the kids I need to meet
tell what's passing by
I'm the truth out here surrounded by all of these lies
Even thru the darkness I'll still come thru like the light
Cosmic dust is
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Not effected by a hater no I’m not Nnaw)
I don’t rock with 12 either you a opp(Copper )
Not effected by a yo, you just a Thot(Thot)
No offense...I’m
off an adam f bomb
I move like robotron, turn the lights off!
Girl she had a big fat ass
We smokin weed tonight, we smokin weed tonight, see'mon
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
próbuje by wygrać to wszystko co mogę
Bo ten kto nie próbuje nic nie osiągnie nic nigdy
Nie próbujesz nie wygrywasz masz czystą prawdę
Nie próbujesz nie
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