Ras Kass - Goldyn Chyld - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Goldyn Chyld

Ras Kass

Van Gogh

01.01.2002

69

Rap

Tekst piosenki
...:::TALKING:::... Yeah yeah We gonna send this one out To all the niggas That want beef. They got baby teeth That's why you can't eat you little faggot That Primo shit, Rassy Kassy, Goldyn Chyld Ya kna' ...:::Verse 1:::... Its the R-ah-A-S, K-A-double S Ejecting airbag, wreck a nigga's bubble S-Class What's comin' nest? Let's mash Get so high, walkin' I catch jetlag If it ain't Hennessy and OJ, homie miss me Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy Spit be, strictly mini-me Bin Laden's Mixed with 16 men with life in the pen ridin' Gangsta - fuck how many records you sell Get put on the missing milk carton in double XL (meaning XXL) And it's NOTHIN, let's double the dare Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth, I'll cum in her hair Guns and ones in the air, niggas with stripes Shootin kites, posted on low-rider bikes Gat named Russel Simmons, god bless and good night You done fucked up like Crip walkin' by Suge Knight ...:::Chorus:::... That's what happens when you Reach for what you can't feel Stop either... wild Goldyn Chyld Come on, come on, yo Ask the crew if I'm nice, they all say true That's what happens when you Reach for what you can't feel Stop either... wild Goldyn Chyld The baddest flow... niggas know... ...:::Verse 2:::... Guess I'm a rap nigga, cause homeboy, its a wrap Commit a driveby with the Music Express van And then toss the gat Hop on the Red Eye to NYC though - D&D linked with Primo And I'm hungry, so I'mma take what you got Throw up a dove, spit at the camera like 2Pac My rap style is Sheek like two L.O.X Word on a few blocks; my technique's too hot I repeat, DO NOT get it twisted Get ya heard a brick or "Park" at 106 bitch They catch me exprayin a halo, with an immitation J-Lo ... ya kna' - haters lay low Who the only west coast nigga to air out Kay Slay mixtape tho'? (Rassy) mo' dirty, S-C-fou-thirty Steer with my knee, eating a plate of beef curry, beyotch! ...:::Chorus:::... ...:::Verse 3:::... I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy Boricuas call me papi, when they pop their "p" Used to pop-lock and lock and watch Pop locks and burgularize spots Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy Graduated to Suzuki's - hot soda pop Or pop bottles at Sky Sushi Ask me what's poppin? Most likely your collar bone Ever had the feeling when ya by yourself ya not alone With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2 Mini-me too - speed through in the V-1-2 C-Arson style, know how we do All money is legal, dead pres to green eagle You funny style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Siegel Goldyn Chyld of the west, don't know how to act though Kicked off the Up in Smoke tour for scrappin with Staff Pro ...:::Chorus:::...
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