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アーティスト:Black Knights  アルバム:Every Night Is A Black Knight 

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[Intro: D.L. Hughley (Doc Doom) {Holocaust}] So the other day, I'm listenin' to the radio and shit And I'm hearin' these Black Kneez-ights These muthafuckas 'sposed to be from the West Coast and shit (You hearin' the Knights homeboy, Black Knights) But I ain't hear no West Coast in they shit, man Them niggas sounded like East Coast this, East Coast that (They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin' about) East Coast this, man, them niggas is talkin' bout Dun-dun, and God-God and yo-this, yo-that (This is the shit, man) Them niggas ain't no killas, nigga Them niggas is fuckin' East Coast dick riders (Fuck this nigga, man) I know the niggas personally {I know the niggas too} (Black Knights nigga) Man who the fuck is you talkin' about, I'm Gino, nigga, and Gino know (Fuck Gino, nigga) You ain't know that (Nigga, tell 'em to smack) (Fuck you nigga!) --beat kicks in-- [Intro: Doc Doom] Bang that shit nigga, fuck you Bitch ass niggas talkin' that bullshit From the side of ya necks and shit, fuck ya'll niggas Real West Coast, nigga, right here nigga Muthafuckin' real, nigga, straight up, Killa Bee Gang Nigga, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya Take ya muthafuckin' cash, muthafuckin' bitch Take all ya muthafuckin' stash, it's real, nigga Black Knights get ya cap pesled Nigga, act like ya heard, nigga, it's real, nigga, check the shit out nigga Yo, yo, aiyo [Doc Doom] I spit yae, my lyrics keep k's and dodge cops Alone, I'm like Capone movin' weight on ya block We keep glocks cocked, lit daily, hop Chevy's and smoke heavy Every night we got bitches shakin' ass in the telly Drunk off Bailey's, we the shit, so fuck what ya tell me I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, you tryin' to sell me On the low, like you niggas don't sound West Coast But it sounds to me, like you niggas gossip like hoes All on our dick, knowin' nobody could fuck wit this Rappin' or scrappin', blastin' or jackin', who want action At the vet who haven't lost his step yet, place ya bets I've been doin' this shit before Quiet on the Set I'm violent wit a Tec, don't make me make these hollow heads eject Murder on cassette, Black Knights, we haven't met our match yet [Holocaust] Chopped off fingers, seen you movin' for the jackpot All Holocaust, I'm met up wit him in the crack spots Branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, California Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia West Coast junkyard convict from darkness Roll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar'ist Mean man hollow, the man who painted flowers String bloody teeth, then knock you over the towers Medieval cathedral, dance out with the skeletons Iron that veteran, heard of dead elephants Trampled through ya grave site, fungus in ya ear hole Blackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blow Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Murder any M.C. sittin', dinin'


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