Текст (слова) песни: Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit - Def Squad Presents Erick Onasis

Hey!

[vocoder box]
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul

[Erick Onasis]
Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer
The new Benz, seen her?
290 thou`, wow
Somethin your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, I don`t see nuttin funny
Pull back two Mac-10`s now it`s a big Mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and I we run the Matrix
Hold your mouth don`t say shit
Walk through any borough
that stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog we thorough
Don`t get confused
We smashin crews, it`s my rules
Step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make `em feel it, like Tupac`s "Dear Mama"
It can be pitch black and I`ll spot ya
BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa

[vocoder box]

Never
Xzibit
DJ motherfuckin Quik
Erick Sermon

[DJ Quik]
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit
and Quik get down with the E Double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
to the ground and dig em out of E rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs
Cause this is how we do it here
It`s ironic that you done stepped into a room
of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can`t you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out
We big figure rap niggas; from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I`ma wet ya
Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha that

[vocoder box]

[Xzibit]
Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
C`mon, yeah, it`s on me
C`mon, yeah
Presented to you, AvireX to the Z
Yeah, listen

I`m the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera
If this was `89 I would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few G`s in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and Solo
Dolo, most niggas react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
?? steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that ain`t stickin
I`m walkin away, a free man
Cuz y`all niggas softer than sand
Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
I fucked your mother, so now I`m the motherfuckin man!
Break fool on the track like it`s supposed to be
And break bread with the real niggas close to me
EPMD

[vocoder box]

C`mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfuckin house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, c`mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c`mon
Yeah, you think it ain`t?
The West coast broadcastin live in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, c`mon, yeah
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c`mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c`mon yo, millenium shit

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit - Def Squad Presents Erick Onasis Hey! [vocoder box] Never understood, how we did it How we made this music groove your very soul [Erick Onasis] Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer The new Benz, seen her? 290 thou`, wow Somethin your rap budget does not allow Why you laughin, I don`t see nuttin funny Pull back two Mac-10`s now it`s a big Mac-20 That is the basics Quik and I we run the Matrix Hold your mouth don`t say shit Walk through any borough that stretch from here past the tri-borough Better respect us dog we thorough Don`t get confused We smashin crews, it`s my rules Step incorrect and get abused I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama Make `em feel it, like Tupac`s "Dear Mama" It can be pitch black and I`ll spot ya BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa [vocoder box] Never Xzibit DJ motherfuckin Quik Erick Sermon [DJ Quik] Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit and Quik get down with the E Double? You get we trouble E, make the beat bubble Make the bass all on you shake they break out to the ground and dig em out of E rubble Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs Cause this is how we do it here It`s ironic that you done stepped into a room of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin Tryin to take you to a star Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are Can`t you see the red carpet, they lay it out And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out We big figure rap niggas; from the gate We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I`ma wet ya Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha that [vocoder box] [Xzibit] Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman Yeah, the bar is now open C`mon, yeah, it`s on me C`mon, yeah Presented to you, AvireX to the Z Yeah, listen I`m the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera If this was `89 I would break you off proper Cockblocker, dump a few G`s in my lolo Not dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and Solo Dolo, most niggas react like a homo And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child ?? steal our tickets Extra points like a field goal kicker Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that ain`t stickin I`m walkin away, a free man Cuz y`all niggas softer than sand Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan I fucked your mother, so now I`m the motherfuckin man! Break fool on the track like it`s supposed to be And break bread with the real niggas close to me EPMD [vocoder box] C`mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfuckin house Yeah, this dick in your mouth Ha, c`mon, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c`mon Yeah, you think it ain`t? The West coast broadcastin live in 1999 All the way bouncin through millenium Ha, c`mon, yeah Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c`mon, yo millenium shit Yeah, c`mon yo, millenium shit Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Def Squad Presents Erick Onasis: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12545.html Все тексты песен: Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit » Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit - Def Squad Presents Erick Onasis » Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit - Focus White Label 12" » Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit - Focus (Lakers Victory Remix) » Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit - Focus Рекомендуем скачать: » Ирина Аллегрова - Дикая волчица » Игорь Андриенко - Замок (По роману Ф. Кафки) » Игорь Михалёв - Павлик » Ирина Орищенко - Мне приснилась гитара с разбитою декой... » Игорь Виноградский - Девочки и мальчики » Иван-Кайф - Кто-то » Иосиф Кобзон - Девчонки танцуют на палубе » Игорь Андриенко - День дождя или Крести » Иван Вдовин - К чему все усложнять? И так давно ясно... » Иван-Кайф - Марина » Игорь Андриенко - Солнце » Игорь Демичев - Когда очередной закат в отлив стекает океана... » Игорь Кузьмин - Дамен унд херрен... » Игорь Белый - Вот брошу все... » Игорь Андриенко - Многоточие » Игорь Саруханов - За рекой » Ибрагим Имамалиев - Экологическая песенка в защиту белых ворон, написанная, как ни странно, от лица кандидата в сотрудни » Инструкция по выживанию - Я гляжу в глаза той » Иван-Кайф - Белый танец » Игорь Андриенко - Русский рок-н-ролл
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