Yo swing the sword for the classic year Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear Who can fathom asthma, dash for air? Spitting' on the baby bib in the plastic chair What's up stupid? (Shoot this) 1-5-1 in the shot glass (Hot flash) Banging' on the drum, huh We cause havoc down in Las Vegas Paper trails racing pelican briefcases We outrageous, name the streets gave us Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers
I let 'em all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamber Thumbs up! Another banger Untuck the flamer, dumb … It's like gettin' hit with a dump truck Brains and guts Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up, OK I'll let a sucka slide once Face down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch Come on
Malpractice, a bang-all jam I joust rappers and track in the radar scans Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh Don't stop the sure shot, the rooftop anthem Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon What's up partner, I got ya (what, what) Off the rah-rah, crack the piñata Slap, box, mouth of backwash Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang mashing' Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash Dropped on a blood-stained mattress Stop, you ain't got access, watch Imma change my accent, Ryu and Tak You little … in the game, you can suck my … And lay flat on the ground, don't make a peep If you want the stains out now, get the bleach
Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach? Guess who's rocking every club, that's me Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets Keeping it knocking', Jay drop that beat Guess who got the group name on top? S.o.B. got the rap thing locked Who want what, when, why, and what not? Who got next up? Ryu and Tak
Here it comes, all you hear is a click Bloody brains on the sandwich like Miracle Whip While the blood keeps gushing, relish and pink mustard, huh Imma slam till I tear it to bits Till the bell for the recess rang On the defense game You feel the grill like P.F. Chang’s Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch And burn crews with a fuse that'll rock with force Saying, don't stop the sure shot, the rooftop anthem Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon What's up y'all, we don't stall Come one, come all till we drop the ball like
Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach? Guess who's rocking every club, that's me Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets Keeping it knocking, Jay drop that beat Guess who got the group name on top? S.o.B. got the rap thing locked Who want what, when, why, and what not? Who got next up, Ryu and TakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
