Tytuł: Spit liquids

• Wykonawca: M.M.O.
• Wyświetleń: 251

  
   [Intro: Itchy-Finga Sha]
  Uh, what, uh, bring it M.M.O.
  
  [Chorus: Itchy-Finga Sha]
  Tears bring flares, you hold black fears
  We your last thing, constently handstick
  Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts
  M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what
  Hold you head in critical, toe to toe, I handle you
  Cats catch through my vocal, fool, is strictly for my crew
  Tears bring flares, you hold black fears
  We your last thing, constently handstick
  Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts
  M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what
  
  [Trigg'nomm]
  Professional, perdictable, double a vest, calico
  Oh what a mess, foul blows, run of a nose, drown the hoes
  Look how I gotta go hallow hoe, shatter bones, blood cologne
  Call Metrodome, Cyclone Zone, Astro-Land, business man
  M.M.O., droppin' dough, hate to say how the haters play
  Dogg like Snoop, so let me through, oh, one poochie, hoochie, sue me
  
  [Naisha]
  See ain't no day, sell these records
  psycho kane done freak this flow
  Ya'll niggas don't know, gotta search them
  or the plush condo now he ? the titty blow
  Catch me sick to the bath-hole, never that though
  Shorty in the back, ?? macro, ?? got smack-o, ? that good?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Itchy-Finga Sha]
  Hold you head in critical, inter borough bell views
  Stagger left an edge or two, gettin' them up to get that loot
  Tellin' your cats is bulletproof, words is told by truth
  Take your mind like smith I goose, born 'em with the playas
  Though we suffer cast, fire last, lace the smoke with strictly hash
  Facial fifty strictly -- pimped out, never had
  Got no time to show the past, loose your life in jungle blast
  Money Makin' got cash, super see you like glass
  Twelve laws of offer dough, now or later, M.M.O.
  Time we time we show picasso, designer clothes, doin' shows
  
  [Chorus]