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This Shit

 

This Shit

(альбом: Dear Friends, Vol. III - 2011)


Man I love this shit, yo I love this shit
Man I love this shit, hey yo I love this shit... uh

Hey yo there ain't nothing like rumbling on the mic
Saying something real clever undercover when I write
Young and wonder what it like, I say it's something like
Getting in the best pussy you ever had in your life
Little zombies wanna eat my brains, my mama wanna see me change
But all I got is the game, I Iove rapping and that's the way it always has been
Way before my balls dropped I loved it with a passion
I got soul, I got so much soul that the devil was given me since I entered the globe
You don't know the half of it, I'm an automatic writer, futuristic flow
Keep lasers on the biters, Sol gonna rock on load my bong
Flow so cold while I hold my schlong
Let the bees sing j-clean on the sound
I say fuck the scene only one thing that I'm bout

Man I love this shit, yo love this shit
Man I love this shit, hey yo love this shit
Man I love this shit don't you love this shit
Man I love this shit

When the beat drop out just me and the sample
You lifted it like I lit a quick spiff it with the candle
Bump my shit when you high, I make music I can fuck to cruising in my ride
I don't give a damn what the radio play
I'ma bump my shit and be my own Dj
The music ain't what get me laid but the hoes still pullin on my pants when I'm spitting on stage
I could write pop shit I could write underground
I could write some nonsense make you buy it right now
I love that independent music fuck yeah
Record companies you can suck my nut sack
See me on the corner moving music like base
Stuck in the wrong time but at right place
You see no one likes to buy music these days
But still I must say

I love this shit, he yo I love this shit
Man I love this shit, yo I love this shit
Yo we love this shit, man we live this shit
Man we love this shit

This shit right here, this that fire put it in the air
This shit right here, this that fire put it in the air
This shit right here, this that fire put it in the air
This shit right here, this'll get you higher than buz light year

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