[Sample] Name of the song..You ready up there ? Name of the song is..
[Bridge] Blood x3 You're just a parasite sucking.. Blood
[Hook] Blood Stop My bread and you gon shed Blood Have you in the hospital needing Blood On the streets on the snow you'll see Blood Nah I ain't a crip or a Blood But through the years we dropped tears sweatin' Blood In my veins flows ice not Blood To be this nice you gotta sacrifice Blood
[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Sell your soul like Robert Johnson or something (who that? Who that?) I'm sort of like an old blues player Guitar casin' a ride, and I stay with a slide Dumbed down every lyric, I'm adaptin' (why?) So it can bump in these hoods that even Eric would get clapped in Who would've thought you'd see a car passin' blastin' the captain Droog made it happen with fools that be trappin' And then jewels get yapped And them dark blocks is where the crime blind a crew lurk They'd rather memorize gang codes instead of school work My troop got jumped and told me it's my turn (what?) I'm cutting all this class so I won't have to learn Said you gotta scrap for 3 whole minutes Son handing me lessons, I gave 'em back like a backwood with a hole in it Used to cop a bag of gree and have females rolling L's I ain't talkin' 'bout the magazine But we ain't pullin' from the same spliff She might be herped up I roll my own when I'm lighting that purp up Pay a goon I just met to kill So chill Candle and you'll only get a Gil I got these mad shout techniques from my OG in the ville (Ayo come here let me talk to you my nigga) Get still, spill
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[Verse 2: Your Old Droog] Gotta practice an illuminati ritual Won't do it for the skill But I bet to get rich you will Kill your own family member for fame And do more foulness so they remember the name On the low, your captain never gonna blow Bout to set it on you, troops wanna know What happens when you get rocked with a bottle to the side of your head Blood shed like children in the [?] God bless the dead I rock a Coogi to the show But fuck Bill Cosby he never gave me any jellow though My man Elmo got the beats and elo for the low Other producers can eat the yellow snow Saw what i did with potential, that's untapped While you stuck in that one trap, stuntin' Puttin' off fourth down they don't wanna snap Artists got no guns like a blunt rap We're not from the same mode I used to come home with bleedin' knuckles and blame it on the cold Every week I had the studio (blood) Now I'm on UK and Paris flights, y'all some parasites suckin'
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[To be continued transcribing]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
