Lyrics:
Sorry darling if I sneaked away
Without putting the kettle on
It’s getting colder outside
And our little box is struggling with the heat
Believe it or not I put the jumper on
Even though it makes me itchy
Like every Wednesday by the time
I’ll be home you’d probably be out
Expecting me to follow your simple rules:
Rubbish out, food shopping, roast some veggies
Check the post, stay awake and smile
I left a cinnamon bun in the cupboard
On the second shelf in between packs of tomatoes
After eating one I felt sick, I’m not sure
That cardamom agrees with me anymore
I bought you a Christmas card
But I didn’t quite make it to bus
The card got socked and so did I
The paint came off on the left side
The rest is still intact, I hope you like it
I hope you like it, I hope you do
Oh no
Reason is for fools
I know
Let's break all the rules
Hanging your world over fire to roast
That's the one you miss the most
I'm not your guy (but you know)
They're gonna do it anyway
Wife behind the trees
Tryna to tell you don't
They're about to fire
They're gonna do it anyway
They're gonna do it anyway
They're gonna do it anyway
They're gonna do it anyway
They tell you pullover, tell you get out the car (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
They wanna see your hands, tell you hold up your arms (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
Whoa Ferguson, Oh Baltimore
Raleigh, North Carolina (but you know)
They're gonna do it anyway
Wisconsin, Tulsa, Oklahoma
Cleveland, Ohio
Montgomery, Baton Rouge, Cincinnati car
Dayton, Ohio (but you know)
They're gonna do it anyway
New York, New Jersey, Phoenix, Minnesota
South Carolina
They gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
You better duck, run fast from the mania
Don't stare, don't laugh at the media
Brake free, press gas when it enter ya'
Don't let it go bad when he ante up
Highway, get out the way
Black man do your great escape
Pac-man wanna prosecute you, raise your hand up, and they'll shoot ya'
Face off, face off Adolf Hitler
Grandkids slayed off
Niggas, same rules, same chalk
Different decade, same law
Keep focus, you wanna get caught with your eyes open
You wanna stay clear of the prognosis
Pride provoked him, watch demotion
Watch em' close enough
Don't let the holster bake or roast ya'
Rollercoaster ride that bitch
Soon the lady's eyes gon' switch
You know Johnny got that itch
How many more of us gotta see the coroner?
Yo, we livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive
We livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive
We livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive
We livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef
Talkin all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast
If your shit ain't clappin off then you sure to lose
Aiyyo the streets don't give a fuck about you
For you ain't bendin the rules
Come around lookin icey then you runnin the jewels
Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate
The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin his whole face
And scream my name, cause it hold weight
You cowards are jealous
Glass slipper wearin niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas
Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella
that can help you protect that ass from gettin wet
I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet
Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat
Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome
Nigga, now you in the danger zone
Aiyyo thug life we still livin it
Yo beanie mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
You don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believer
I do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin' pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin' home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin' slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit
[Chorus: x2]
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin' your thing slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
A true thugs speeds his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the Lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First nigga that move put two up in his melon
From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel
One black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
[Chorus: x2]
Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin' suckas
Quick ass runnin' good fuckin' duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from
Niggas jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street
Rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a
Tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about
To get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that
Gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk
Boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow down
I'm not your guy
(But you know, they're gonna do it anyway)
Wife behind the trees
Tryna to tell you don't
They're about to fire
(They're gonna do it anyway)
They're gonna do it anyway
They're gonna do it anyway
They're gonna do it anyway
They're gonna do it anyway
They tell you pull over
Tell you get out the car (Something says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
(Something says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
(Something says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
They wanna see your hands
Tell you hold up you arms (Something says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
(Something says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
(Something says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
Whoa Ferguson, oh Baltimore
Raleigh, North Carolina
But you know, they're gonna do it anyway
Wisconsin, Tulsa, Oklahoma cleveland, Ohio
Montgomery, Baton Rouge, Cincinnati car
Dayton, Ohio
But you know, they're gonna do it anyway
New York, New Jersey, Phoenix, Minnesota
South Carolina they gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
You better duck, run fast from the mania
Don't stare, don't laugh at the media
Brake free, press gas when it enter ya'
Don't let it go bad when he ante up
Highway, get out the way
Black man do your great escape
Pac man wanna prosecute you
Raise your hand up, and they'll shoot ya'
Face off, face off Adolf Hitler
Grandkids slayed off
Niggas, same rules, same chalk
Different decade, same law keep focus
You wanna get caught with your eyes open
You wanna stay clear of the prognosis
Pride provoked him, watch demotion
Watch em' close enough
Don't let the holster break or roast ya'
Rollercoaster ride that bitch
Soon or later sides gon' switch
You know Johnny got that itch
How many more of us gotta see the coroner?
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats want to act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out a room with a could of smoke
Smokers rolling with the punches
I survive and rock
Cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
Boom
That's what's happenin in the parking lot
That's what's happenin on stage
The man at hand that rule the school
And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z
And be the most to boast I'm load and proud
The game and reign that remain
The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the
More higher level of depth one step beyond dope
To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note
Cause I could never let em on top of me
I play em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like an astro
And send them to jail for tryna pass go
Shaking them up
Breaking them up
Taking no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So quest love let the fire roast
So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
Boom
That's what's happenin in the parking lot
That's what's happenin on stage
I'm live
Design a finer rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution or a warning sign
Look for antonyms
Words I'm sending em
Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's
You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
My brain like a factory constantly creating
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
Now it get sorted cause people want to sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
And my brain go
I do my thing yo
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
Boom
That's what's happenin in the parking lot
That's what's happenin on stage
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I'm blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothin'
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothin'
I always need a prayer before we do the toast
My circle competitive, let's see who move the most
I gave my niggas game before they do the roast
Now let's talk about numbers, I really do 'em both
I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run wit a freaky stokes
So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
Stand in my lane, out of the uzi smoke
You only beating cases based on who you know
Public defender gave him a funeral
Juvenile sent to Rikers, he never knew the rules
Assesin' religions, he don't know who to choose
Let's bow our head over these Ramen noodles
God is the greatest and I pray for peace
Still rolling up that leaf, Mr.
Suckers are trying to step off on my tip
As I roast, you toast - can't stand the heat of the aftermath
The worst you ran with you dis just to get a laugh
the brother you ridiculed,
they say you're the king of rules
yeah, time for school, time for walking,
I'm stalking, you're talking
as you run your mouth down, I'm chalking up another way of
gettin' paid in dividends
in the end, my friend, its just a verbal blend
yeah, get with that
[Chorus: ]
Brothers be jocking, freaks keep clocking
Brothers be jocking, skeezers are clocking
We got our own ideas!
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out a room with a could of smoke
Smokers rolling with the punches
I survive and rock
'Cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
Party people gather 'round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' on stage
The man at hand that rule the school
And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z
And be the most to boast, I'm load and proud
The game and reign that remain
The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the
More higher level of depth one step beyond dope
To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note
'Cause I could never let 'em on top of me
I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like an astro
And send them to jail for tryna pass go
Shaking them up, breaking them up, taking no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So quest love let the fire roast
So I can flow and we can kill the whole show 'cause
Party people gather 'round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' on stage
I'm live, design a finer rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution or a warning sign
Look for antonyms, words I'm sending em
Homonyms, synonyms good like M 'n' M's
You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
My brain like a factory constantly creating
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
Now it get sorted 'cause people wanna sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
And my brain go, I do my thing yo
Party people gather 'round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' on stage
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats want to act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out a room with a could of smoke
Smokers rolling with the punches
I survive and rock
Cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
Boom
That's what's happenin in the parking lot
That's what's happenin on stage
The man at hand that rule the school
And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z
And be the most to boast I'm load and proud
The game and reign that remain
The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the
More higher level of depth one step beyond dope
To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note
Cause I could never let em on top of me
I play em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like an astro
And send them to jail for tryna pass go
Shaking them up
Breaking them up
Taking no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So quest love let the fire roast
So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
Boom
That's what's happenin in the parking lot
That's what's happenin on stage
I'm live
Design a finer rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution or a warning sign
Look for antonyms
Words I'm sending em
Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's
You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
My brain like a factory constantly creating
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
Now it get sorted cause people want to sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
And my brain go
I do my thing yo
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
Boom
That's what's happenin in the parking lot
That's what's happenin on stage
Yo, yo
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
Yo, yo
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
I'm way big, no I'm better than him
Keep suffering on me with a i
Call 'em double mint twins
This are all streets, and trespass
And you get bust back
You can for everything down to your bus pass
And when I buck fast, niggers dunk fast
And if you get hit ain't
Notheing left but your mustache
And niggers imitate the team we are
But I roast you burn niggers like cdr
I do got respect for anyone real
But all hail the true prince of
The city is stilland thats (meeee)
And that's me!
Yeah, that shit puts me into that vibe
Makes me wanna pull out that 90's model roast some tread off of them tires
And every time I pass Metro I think about that time
We swapped seats on I-40 doin' a hundred and five
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, either you live or you die
This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life
Whoa, welcome to my west side
Whoa-whoa, welcome to my west side
[Chorus]
I got game, more game then you can ever conceive
I don't play, better not be playing with me
I got hoes (From sea to sea)
All around the world (In different area codes)
I'm so tight, just pass me the Hennessy
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie dee beat
I can't imagine all these other motherfuckers think
That they got more game than me
I been all around the world,
Had every kind of girl,
It takes a lot to impress me
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,
Hope you know you're going home with me
I got pro's from East to West,
When I flow I flow the best
Ask the first motherfucker you see
[Chorus]
Pass me the Henn dogg, yeah
G-A-M-E that's my thang,
And it ain't no rules when you in this game
Fo real, like Shaquille, cause you know the deal,
Two one three in your motherfuckin' grill
It's still, D.P.G. now I'm living well off
Despite a few homies fell off
I'm on the right track cause I'm the forefather
Bite you on your ass like a motherfuckin' Rottweiler
Flip a new style and reshape and refolder
Hold easy cause it's that ea-sy, believe me
Snoop D-O-Double-Gee-zee, fall off in the party
Going solo and then I leave 'em four bree-zee
Let's take 'em back to the spee-zee
The honey come hide out off the church for the evening
Good Evening, ladies and gents, players and pimps
Shame on a nigga I run game on a bitch
[Chorus]
Niggas be talking shit like they got the gift
Trying to keep up with the Jones's the Yester Smith
Like a stick shift switch fast on a fag,
Rucate rap, style ran up the ass
I'm a give you a pass cause I now that you'sa bitch
But next time you trip I'm a prepare the big ditch
And you and a punk should call you're team
I ran the machine named you off the team
You live in a dream nigga picking you to pieces
One tech shot leave your crop in love pieces
So recognize royalty, poetry in motion,
Roast MC's like chronic bud leafs
Nothing but thugs and G's when I come around
Mess around put you in a hospital gown
You'sa clown, you're sound you're whole shit's plain
It all sound the same, nigga you need game
[Chorus: x2]
Graind した豆 に ゆっくりとdrip する湯
Megの分のお湯も drip then this is for you
甘ったれた脳内 にカフェインを注入
dark roast 渋い香り 抜ける 2AV
朝 超多忙with a lot of things going on
Showing off my back 背中で見せる計画
Kaiiji でかく 描く 夢 白紙に 落書き
遊び学び育ち 褒美 たまに贅沢
でっかい壁であるため証明し 続ける
出来ないものはなくて 知らないものもないってこた
何かあったら 魔法のよう 現れる本物
のスーパーヒーローであり続けるってこた like james potter
社会 の道理 良き悪しき
自分らの目で確認させんのが三浦式
兄の意識 あるが今おもちゃに夢中
おかげさま Hard work に集中 appreciate you
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２０２０年に俺は決めた
全て未体験のDaddy's life を楽しみ
親父くらいcoolな 親父になりcool 親子関係を築く1から8のルールを決めた
Rule no1 頼りな存在であり続け
Rule no2 言葉ではなく行動で
Rule no3 でっけー壁であり続ける
Rule no4 社会の真実を教える
Rule no 5 好きあらば遊びに連れてく
Rule no6 嫁に優しく、させるガス抜き
Rule no7 どう転んでも死んでも助ける
Rule no8 えー、、 忘れた
2歳の時に 兄となった海侍
変わった待遇 強さが増すジェラシー
妹の千桜 ばっかりが羨ましい
懸命に愛を伝えるだけじゃ教育は難しい
感情 強くなるメンタリティー
幼いながら持つ 光る子のホスピタリティ
仕事だけってのは ちょっとtoo Tightly
Familly time ってのが1番のプライオリティ
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２０２０年６月に俺は決めた
簡単な事はなく全てが未体験だが
親父くらいカッケー親父になって笑顔振り撒く
１から８のRulesを決めた
Rule no1 頼りな存在であり続け
Rule no2 言葉ではなく行動で
Rule no3 でっけー壁であり続ける
Rule no4 社会の真実を教える
Rule no 5 好きあらば遊びに連れてく
Rule no6 嫁に優しく、さすガス抜き
Rule no7 どう転んでも死んでも助ける
Rule no8 えー、、忘れた
Carrera en maletas
Los reyes del roast
Mezclando mil cosas
Perdiendo el control
Con este canal
Puded haber adiccion
Te advierto
De gira en dubai
Hasta nueva york
Tenemos videos para toda ocasion
Enciende las luces
Camara accion
Ay vemos
Dale dale play
Una y otra vez
Sabes, sabes bien
Que vamos a hacer
Dale dale play
Tu y yo sabemos
Que quieres verlo
Mucha fiesta hasta amanecer
Rules
Ven y olvida qué pasó ayer
Rules
Baila hasta reventar
Si vienes a gozar
Ya tienes cómplices
Rules
Youtubers más locos
No vas a encontrar
100mil aventuras de aquí para allá
Te juro que no te las vas a acabar
No creo
Los rulers nos siguen a cualquier lugar
Tenemos millones y vamos por más
Viajamos bailamos y actuamos
Y aunque nos critiquen cantamos.
Yo, yo
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
Leavin' your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
Face defeat, retreat but don't speak
'Cause I ain't through, fool
And you ain't true to the mix rules
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro
Oh, I can't go slow
Gotta grow 'cause I want to get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
And known to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my throne alone
I've been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up
(Your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Come on, punish
Punish
Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that chose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical knot
My spot, the number one slot
But I gotta have beats when I lyrically defeat the weak
That try to compete, get 'em up, if you want to go head-up
What up?
Joanie was late as she walked into school
They all said, Look! There goes an unbroken rule.
All that I'm trying to do
Is carry your books home from school
They're going to toast you someday
They're going to roast you someday
They're going to try and try
To turn your mind around
But it makes no difference
They're going to toast you someday
They're going to roast you someday
Solzhenitsyn Rocks!
Every now and then
You look back at your timeline
Evolution planed and sanded
On mankind
The advanced social behaviour has developed to its hightide
But arrogant,selfish bastards we appear to be still
We can rule out the ludicrous argument of nuking down everything.
Anyway if I'm wrong the, all we hear, is the angels singing.
(Verse 1)
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
you don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit
(Chorus)x2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
(Verse 2)
A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First nigga that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel
One black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
(Chorus)x2
(Verse 3)
Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
Thugs don't want to talk shit out
They want to spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
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