Illmaculate - Lost My Mind - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

25.12.2007

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[Hook: Illmaculate] I don't know, why I'm always high But just light the dro, cause I've lost my mind I'm just lying low, I want them dollar signs Touch my microphone, it's like Columbine [Verse 1: Illmaculate] I don't need crack slinging to hustle I just do this rap thing and bag weed by the bundle So if it gets ugly, then bet I'll handle mine Oh, you trying to get money? Better stand in line So is everybody stuck in this game Better tuck in your chain, or I'm cutting your jugular vein With the rustiest blade, and your blood'll get drained In the motherfucking tub that I bathe Punks bite down, you'll get jumped right now And end up in a closet, hung up side down Hush my child you can't touch my style The blunts I puff turn my lungs light brown So while you hopeless 'n drowning in debt I'm holding chips, showing chicks that their mouth can be stretched I'm a chauvinist down for the sex I'll bag 28 dimes but won't show a bitch an ounce of respect You must be out your stupid ass brain I'm spewing that flame, my music's crack through the rap game Something you know nothing about Get punched in the mouth and jumped in front of your house Fuck it I'm out. (Where?) Puffing a blunt on your couch Pure fire, but I smoke scug once in a drought You want drugs? No seeds in large buds You mad my city has better weed than yours does, ain't you! [Hook] [Verse 2: Hommy Hom] I don't have to use a handgun to make a hooligan run I push pianos on niggas, like Superman son Just sit there and wait until the [?] van come Like Malcolm, I make a move, I'm moving my damn thumb Ain't no [?] They're making rum, they're blazing blunts and niggas making funds The Crips is cracking, Bloods is popping You ain't got no other options for a thug conduction See, Roses are red and Violets are blue I'll stomp a hole in your head the size of my shoe You better roll with the feds and lie to your crew My animals over the hedge and not at a zoo Smoking dro from the dreads and hollering true Be the next nigga laying in the ICU I laugh at your silly ass You smoke a nick in a philly mad, I smoke a pound in a lily pad [Hook]
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