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жанры: hip-hop, rap, 80s
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Ringtone M...
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LL Cool J
жанры: hip-hop, rap, 80s
альбомы: Exit 13
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Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say You go the one for the cash, two for the safe (This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the placeMy bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a night off Give your sound man a C-note to cut your mic off The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-offAfter that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off I used the word 'off' seven times in a rhyme You dumb enough to think I got a limited mindBut before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind Einstein understand that your third eye's blind You lack creativity that's why you don't sign They calling me a genius, it's about timeI'm like the tattoos on your mama's behind I bounce up and down and at the end I'mma sign And I will humiliate anybody that want it I'm back on stop, it hurts little homey, don't it?Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say You go the one for the cash, two for the safe (This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the placeIt's obvious these clowns don't know who I am Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the spam Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand No homo but you probably on the low-low, damnThey call Uncle L, I'm from the north side of Queens Now you looking at me like what does that mean It means I crush you and every coward in between For sounding like girls with them sweet sixteensAnd I don't give a fuck about who's old or young From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone Test Big Ellie, come and get your head sprung Which coffin you want, the blue or the red one?I ain't gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin' point The point is, I spark these niggas like dust joints The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me plus points Listen to the sound of revenge, it's my voiceClap ya hands and to the beat, y'all Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say You go the one for the cash, two for the safe (This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the placeRun around talking 'bout I'm twice ya age But I was rich at 17, you got some shit to explain Rap game's like a movie, niggas playing the role But your poker game's too weak, you're forced to foldAll this hating and debating shit, made me cold Ready to blast, separate ya body from your soul Conniving ass cowards get dropped in a hole These niggas is shook like Pinky's ass on the poleI'm the bridge over troubled water, pay my toll I'm the rules to the game, you obey my code I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the part that explodes You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for VogueYou are not a king nor prince, you just a toad You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Rocky Road Battle anybody, who want it? Let me know I just had another birthday, nigga, more doughClap ya hands and to the beat, y'all Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say You go the one for the cash, two for the safe (This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the place
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