Sean Price - Monkey Barz - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

31.05.2005

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] A-yo we Mighty Joe Young-ing it, thugging it Straight from the jungle my brother, my niggas Banana Republic-ing Rang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not ragga Two socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us Yo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor Redo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker My little niggas saying that the Boot Camp wack Fuck you paw, you can't rap Listen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne I'm the motherfucking king, getting head from this ho In the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams Drinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons Y'all niggas is straight timid, delicate with the raps My niggas is spray midgets, elephants on they back Yo... you kidding me duke Walk around like that, you ain't strapped, gimme ya loot (Sean P!) Something like a motherfucking phenomenon Eat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan [Hook] Big barbarians, baboons with big bucks Gorillas with gats, nigga Big Ruck -- (AWOO!) African Apes, stackin them papes I put some, crack in your steak, don't get slapped in the face -- (AWOO!!) Orangutan gang banging with that purple flag Piff-puffing, there's nothing to hurt you bad -- (AWOO!!) I'm Boot Camp for life, Decept to death The Force Magnum nigga, never forget -- (AWOO!!) [Verse 2] Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa Boom bap bip in your medulla oblongata You think you nice, but I know somebody hotter With a crackhead mother and a piece of shit father (Sean P!) Niggas tryna Free Mumia I'm unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer Got a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt Funkmaster Flex Lugz lookin like a fucking jerk No money, clothes bummy, nose runny Bent Metrocard, 4-4 blow dummies Hop on the train in front of the cops Popping their brain, confronting the cops Stating the facts, no hating you wack Throw the 8 to your back then escape with your trap, listen My niggas is back, you don't believe me though Playing games and get caught, Coco Levy, yo Hot peas and butter, cop trees on Sutter With your not needed mother, yo I'm one of the best you one of the worst Gun on your chest blood on your shirt Son it's berserk, nicca [Hook] [Verse 3] Silverback Gorilla nigga baboon raps Ounce of 'dro, two hoes and a Black Moon track ... lemme get a light man
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