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Ghostface Killah
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Metal Lungies (Featuring Sheek Louch & Styles P.)
作詞:Dennis Coles, Sean D Jacobs, Muhammad, David Styles, E Wilson
World premiere, world premiere
What these clown niggaz hollerin'? What they need to be hollerin' is, 'There go Theodore Put the ball down, we can't score†They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch
Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds
My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?
See, y'all should've listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth An' someday, death would occur Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her seeds Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave
Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' 'bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit
Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah
Me an' Starks clear projects parks With our '93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky
I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky I remember faces easy as I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I got heavy chrome, niggaz don't care if you live or die They happier than Marbury home Y'all niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like
Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' 'bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit
Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface I don't sell millions but I get millions From the fiends that smoke base Somebody leavin' out with a poked face Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out I can swear I won't get you no case
I'ma make it look like you smoke base An' we don't leave no trace These rap niggaz swear that they so safe I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate My guns be in my hand, one in my palm An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face
With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip Tell them rap niggaz to suck my dick
Fuck the industry of [Incomprehensible] Shut down the store, bust my shit I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks An' some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what?
Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' 'bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit
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