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アーティスト:Brotha Lynch Hung  アルバム:EBK4 

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[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba) [echo] [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??) Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacked at Cuz that's the only one I could use When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes It was the pressure from the twenty game (the twenty game) Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it Well nigga you should when I'm round talkin that shit Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks Should knew the wheel while you was givin up that info... ...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up Real deal, dig a ditch give em hit a licc then take the grip Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey Like that band that steppin over dead people It's like that, and you wouldn't know it cuz I'ma cool ass mufucca Then dump on a gang of succas As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper Gotta whole load fulla Evian And a trunck fulla FO take no's and I can't let go Catch you at yo show slippin Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat of I'm of the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8 Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga Split you head like a pineapple Die natural! Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox Lift you out your sox Pay attention to the Glock Half pass a niggas ass where aimen at the grass take suitcase fulla cash and mash 16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half Bloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is Tyrone But you know... [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba) [echo] [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can call me black Sadam Huseain Pump St Idees through my wein ass nigga You can see me on the southside of the street Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the city Get ready for some pretty if you


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