, kick a verse But do your man a favor and don't curse Don't curse, bust it I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf Kcuf flipped
verse But do your man a favor and don't curse [Grand Puba] Don't curse bust it I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf Kcuf flipped
Перевод: Тяжелые D. А Boyz. Не Проклятие.
, U-G-O-D, Raekwon The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol' D-d-dirty
.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
, kick a verse But do your man a favor and don't curse Don't curse bust it I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf Kcuf flipped
, I wake you up What? What? What? What? In ya crib, tie you up What? What? What? What? Hot oil on ya gut Get bucked, get bucked Iraq element don't give
's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze 'til sometimes we couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, but the only
've been doin this rap stuff for 10 years I can't remember any time that was worst They tried to trear me like Heavy D And said I couldn't curse Get hit
cursed, I'm eatin' first Had these hoes like "he's the worst" My peeps is thirst', release the curse or get smacked Better run and get your man even though he don't
no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun Tear apart son you don't want it then don't
door? Oh shit, well there he is! tha alkaholik funk in person Yo, what should I do? Play like heavy d and "don't curse" He's a mean one,
scared Everybody's dying on me Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth I think I like what I don't know about you Don't be cruel, come on be champagne
this shit right here Boom, and this, ya know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want But it'd be like, blue and cream, ya know what I'm sayin'? Shit like that, niggaz don't
, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape jury
I don't know whats wrong with the youth of today wondering lost it's true what they say and who is to blame? T.V and magazines, they'd have you belive