Lyrics:
brennt der Untergrund
Barbeque is over, Bounce wenn ich komme
Ich trag Carlo Gangster Shirts und werd' braun unter der Sonne
Der Dschungel aus Beton,
fools like mesquite, let's eat
These barbeques are for you
Were are the few the proud the Hieroglyphics
Microphone moguls with code words and hand
your kids
Take 'em outback on the deck and barbeque their ribs
Throw their heads into your ivy, water them with piss
Do you think you'd like that, well
your shit
And we some Titans Grizzlies and Tigers that Volunteer
To kill ya clean ya in a river throw you on a barbeque grill
So who da fuck you think
events.
This aint no novelty spittin' hotter than barbeque bits,
Lorena Bobbit, you ditched!
Trigger's still good in my grip,
You showin' off for
breakthrough
Pour up the liquor and mix the juice
And crank this up at your barbeque
Talk to me now, speak loud and clear
Where would I be if I was not
what it supposed to be
Barbeques, family and friends close to me
Ayo, I know we ain't spoke in a while
It's kinda foul cause a nigga getting older,
good, what no surprise is...
we had the barbeque shrimps as appetizers
We had the cat fish main course, a few drinks ...
then out the front door like
grossing
Your moms, your moms, why is she so nosey?
She plays me like a game but I'm no ring-around-the-rosey
I even seen your dad at the family barbeque
rap niggas ain't real
Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel
I've been getting money so you know I want more
I'm live at the barbeque
hungry
Masterpiece, Barbeque chips, Skittles bag
What, I'm munchin' on right
After the last drag
Niggas'll ride, and get high
Wit' they tags out police'll
me up like barbeque in Texas
Said baby let it fall right through me
I said me and my backwood
Ooh we be vibing so good
(Aha, aha, aha)
I roll he
I'll vote for you
But when you move into the White House
Tell me, what are you gonna do?"He said "I'll mind my own damn business
Have a big old barbeque
or two
And the old Bar X is just a barbeque
Yippee i oh ti-ay!
I'm a pioneer who began from scratch
I don't bat an eye in a suit or hat
They don't
the monogram print on me
Runnin' through bells, throwback running with the twelve
Whole one cover the scales bine at a barbeque better cover your girl
Hate
maker
I'll send you to your death
Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes
The barbeque has just begun
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
up)
Put your litas in the sky
(x4)
So many times I been at a party and no one had a lighter
But I always keep a back up in my trunk
The barbeque kind
bumping Old School, ready to drink
Cause my stomach full of Barbeque Tofu
I knew two people at the door
So I EIP, parked it and ordered some more
Tasty Chipmunks; good food
â??On that, Mr. Cole, â??
â??Yes, sir, Mr. Seville?â??
â??Would you mind handing me the barbeque sauce? I am
the best of them all
I heard she puts barbeque sauce all over your balls (daaamnn)
Hands behind your back and you're facing the wall
Licking, sticking,
maker
I'll send you to your death
Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes
The barbeque has just begun
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
lekker met een flessie bier voor de T.V.
Je kijkt naar soaps en docudrama's zo gezellig met z'n twee
Soms heb je een verjaardag of gourmet of barbeque
maar
we ever have any other way.
90's kids doin' military shit, 6 or 7 of em by the barbeque pit
You wanna talk about it
I don't think I can stop.
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