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Tytuł: Looseys

  • Wykonawca: Das EFX
  • Wy¶wietleń: 216

  
   Intro/Hook:
  Looseys, I remember loosey (x8)
  Well, bust how I'm flippin, flappin
  Rippin up the rappin
  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked, it happen
  one night in Manhatten, chillin, buggin
  Me and some of the crew went around to this club and
  peeped it, scoped it, hope the shit was rockin
  Stuns by the bunch had the hunch they was clockin
  Stepped up, dressed up, the young got some weed back
  Honey got done then begun talkin to me, jack
  I kicked slang to her, all my niggas knew her
  I wanted to gas ahead and take her back to the sewer
  to do her, screw her
  I knew I had to hush
  when I felt my belly drop and the spot turned to mush
  Um, shush shush, I need me a push
  I felt loosey bubblin, trouble in my tush
  Then the gush came gushin, rushin, splat!
  The juice hooked my Davy D's quick like that
  Smack, I biggity-broke my bitch from behind
  Tried ta shake it, fake it
  but yo I couldn't hide from...
  Hook
  Well, dosey-do your partner as I start the intro
  Cos nobody does it better, correcta-mondo
  Back in '86 I was dick with the skills
  Playin ball in the gym with my nigga from the Ville
  I was runnin it like the trooper, had no time to play the small cat
  I had it goin on, word to mother I was all that, black
  So one day, believe it or not, I'm chillin
  I was playin against these niggas from The Bronx for some chitlins
  So bust it, I'm in it with my coojas, gimme the rock, G
  I float like a butterfly and kick like karate
  I scored 26, I caught a fake and now I'm Audi
  I'm takin it to the hoop and then this kid tried to foul me
  (HAAA!) Boom to the gutter, I hit the floor, I wanted to flip
  I couldn't, damn, all of a sudden I had to shit
  So I dipped to the sewer, I couldn't control the shit because it
  slipped past my dick, drip drip like a faucet
  Down past my shorts and hit the court and all of a sudden
  girls were gettin sick, all my niggas they was buggin
  I made it to the bowl leavin behind a trail of dookie
  My drawers are soakin wet and I'll never forget the day I met....
  Hook to fade