[Intro] Attention all robots Commence stage two of the attack [?] robots open fire Attention all robots
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Grimy shit, severe ties over pleasure rhymes Five deep, ten burners plus eleven knives Roll supreme, blowing steam how my niggas ride I don't smoke but I take a shot of homicide Pardon me Hennessy clear thought remedy Two for one special, best friend your worst enemy Fly shit, pedigree Way past allegedly Pimp style, big wile, bag 'em and they pleasure me Hard work will take me to places that you'll never be Found the book of life but it's written eligibly I wrote the script again to get this paper heavily Heavenly hell bound somewhere in between Stuck in a routine wide awake in a dream Scratch that, sleepwalking in reality Think about tomorrow but I live my life hourly Stay humble but I view myself powerfully I'm a be official til the elements devour me
[Verse 2: Action Bronson] Light cigars like a new father To the chest like Junior Seau in a blue Charger Barbell lifts, my Lat muscle flexes Caramel chick, the ass straight from Texas Fuck, straight tornado in my man's hair Bitch put the potato in the blam blam Bam Bam chopped like a Van Damme hand Quick to put you in a sandman van Make your shawty lift her leg up like can-can dance Every time I'm up to bat I'm in a grand slam stance Lay in France, two bitches in a hammock Tell her go warm up the banana (Goodbye)
[Verse 3: B-Real] Call me coach, my approach is to wrap 'em all ?You the reefer ball? on the back splat, hit the bar Brawl 'til the knuckles bleed, buckle up, see the speed Brittle bitches crumble like the kush when I roll the weed I'm a chief, you're a queef, that's a pussy sound Take a look around - you're surrounded by the pussy hounds Pound for pound, crown for crown, I will on the cipher Blowing trees to the bone like the pied piper The highlight of the night, get your highlighter See my words in the cloud, Mr Skywriter I get to preppin', steppin' up to a new challenge Dancing on the ceiling, Lionel Richie with a new balance Eye to eye, toe to toe with the hatin' faces Mortimer makin' wagers like we tradin' places Got you wrapped in a knot like some tight laces Good night!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.