Winicumuhround |
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Winicumuhround Lyrics |
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 The hype`s got me, I knock em out the box then out socksCause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks My block...`s hot, so gimme all you got When I`m done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts I`m smoked out, all you MC`s, pull your books out Word is bond it`s on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin since the days of Kindergarten When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I`m Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb I`m like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down I`m representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget (Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops Burn more steam than carpet cleaners I`m meaner then I`m iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor Boom-bash I set it off (right right) I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and The funk butter cup, cause I`m a bastard at robbin I shake the valleys over Cali when I`m spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter Are you tuned in to my tunes it`s boom Y`all niggaz couldn`t see me if y`all had zoom I`m accurate like Acura, my style`s ninety years maximum Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni`muharound motherfucker The way I get wreck y`all niggaz call it mic check I`m vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and three years move along there`s nothing to see here If I wasn`t nice motherfucker I wouldn`t be here Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad`s in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang The sound makes your brains wet with The Color Purple on a freight train The devil`s the conductor Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn I`m more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian Don`t try this at home kids, I zone with ET`s And other alien type of MC`s So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman`s about to get live Like one-two-five I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker |
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