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Tytuł: Hangman

  • Wykonawca: Hed P.E.
  • Wy¶wietleń: 298
Hey yo, wesstyle
  What up js
  Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana shit
  Here it is
  Cuz you know iz gotsta be real high
  When I'm feelin ta jump in the cut with some of that g-punk shit
  
  Baby
  My people
  Take a ride with me
  Come on
  
  Yes, yes, ya'll the M.C.U.D.
  Representin the hed
  Kickin vibes of unity
  On a trip hop tip
  
  Yeah
  Niggas hitch a ride
  White boys too
  In the car with the hed crew
  Whatcha gonna do
  On a mission of unity
  Rollin in the 96
  Fuck you
  If ya punk head ain't down with this
  
  Trip hop for the hoes of oc
  Kickin my flows for by bros in hb
  Land of the dancers, skins and sprakheads
  The hydro, the x
  And the sugar cubes for ya'llz heads
  
  And its an everyday thang
  Black flys, head beanie
  Check khakis steady hang, dang
  Duffs on my feet so I kick
  Cuttin styles like Calvin
  I'm inclined to go big
  
  Comin Comin long on this gpunk trip
  We got the funk hardcore on the chaos tip
  Now, recognize game when you see it
  Got my niggaz at my back cold strapped if I need it
  
  Time Time
  Who got the Time
  Fuck it up up
  Who got the soul
  Let it flow
  I got nothin better to do
  I'm bouta fuck wit you fuck it up wit you
  Time time
  Who got the time
  Fuck it up up
  Who got the soul
  Let it flow
  I got nothin better to do
  I got nothin better to do
  
  BC
  Rock this muthafucker
  
  You see they be breakin this nigga
  And they makin the mold
  Ya know it said
  Yeah the story told
  How the world is cold
  Yet the man is bold
  Expose the funky head
  To let the truth unfold
  Ya see me comin and comin
  Ya see me comin up
  Ya see me comin and comin
  Ya see me comin out on top
  I'm the brotha that you just can't stop
  
  I break 'em off so i break em off
  I break 'em off so i break em off
  I break 'em off so i break em off
  Good Lord
  
  My little brotha got caught with soem rocks in his pocket
  My nigga from the ghetto had no counsel to fight it
  Probation, the violation
  In through the out door another vacation
  Now ya doin time
  No reason no rhyme
  Paybacks on your mind
  Betta get in like
  Time ain't on my side
  But I still got my pride
  The hednigga is a soul alive
  
  Time time
  Who got the time
  Fuck it up up
  Who got the soul
  Let it flow
  I got nothin better to do
  I'm bouta fuck wit you fuck it up wit you
  Time time
  Who got the time
  Fuck it up up
  Who got the soul
  Let it flow
  I got nothin better to do
  I got nothin better to do
  I got nothin better to do
  I got nothin better to do
  I got nothin better to do
  I got nothin better to do
  
  I break em off so i break 'em off
  I break em off so i break 'em off
  I break em off so i break 'em off
  
  Smoke a phat joint ta this
  ....
  I'm a contenta
  i'll rock a party till the muthafuckin roof come in
  Yeah its on fire
  Burning like some pussy
  In the mornin had all night to simmer
  White girl wakes up like dick be in her
  Damn
  I was fuckin since ya had your first barbie
  Easy bake oven you was pissin in ya panties
  Ain't shit you can do the ain't been done
  No, nothings wrong with you my girl
  Ain't the one
  Ain't the one