Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse - Fat for The 90s

[finesse]

Suckas out there better pray and shout for help

When it comes to skills on the mic, Im out for self

Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss

Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust

Swift with the gift when Im dropping my shit

I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I split

Im not the brother to riff and get raw with

I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit

Many try to bore me and harm me

So what you got an army? youre all washed up like laundry

Its lord finesse, the rap phenomenom

I take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadan

I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness

Im so cool I put fans out of business

Suckas try to to copy and beat me

They try to see me, but its not that easy

They should take shit slowly, becase they dont know me

Im on the down low, that means I play low key

But at a party, Im quick to rag a mic

And brothers cant see me with a satellite

So those who want to battle me, step up lively

"a bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me

I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking

Im leaving opponents all dead and stinking

I kick game, I got more than a small rap

I drop facts on tracks, shit Im all that

Whether foreign or american, I come better than

Any specialist or any rap veteran

Im a brother with skills and a good rep

Thats why all the players want to follow my footsteps

So when you hear me, dont comepare me to all the rest

They might be good, but they aint fucking with lord finesse

Whether youre old or a rapper with a new name

Ill bust that ass and send you home on the 2 train

So dont come here looking for a bargain, troop

I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit

Im quick to send a nigga home in stitches

Dont sing and dance, but I still get the bitches

So dont ever diss the smooth rap terrorist

I get paid each year to come back and write better shit

Me getting done? now thats a hot one

Its like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun

Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast

They talking trast but yet havent heard the half

They dont understand it

Cause Im living gigantic, and Im the best, goddammit

Now you know whos on whos jock

When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks

You cant fuck with finesse, pal

And when Im done with ya, send your man for the next round

Andre the giant, tell me how ya living

(get on down to the old slick rhythm)

[a.g.]

You said I wasnt ready, jokes on you, jack

Because Im the giant, but before it was "whos that? "

I dont get girls thats hard to imagine

You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the beauty pagent

It aint hard to tell, aint had enough yet?

Cause youre wet and I still havent bust a sweat

Im a fat cat, youre just a kitten

Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks aint hitting

Youre low budget, and my skills are so rugged

I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it

Round up the best mcs and confront me

One on one, they gets done, they better jump me

Me against your crew, now thats a fair fight

Me get done one on one? yeah right

Come on and face reality

I get hype and pull out a can of brutality

Youll get knocked in the first round, you wont even get to brag

And ask your girl "do the giant got the gift of gab? "

Slit her off, hit her off on the first date

Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape

Why didnt you step, yeah you had the chance

To face an avalanche, but youd rather dance

Cause you know the consequences

To anybody thats comp but just romp and stomp them senseless

Cause I speak with a hypertone

The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone

The mics in my hands, raise your arms, god

Me and finesse on the same team? come on, thats a bomb squad

Got the things thats wanted by every girl

Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls

You got game like me? I doubt it

They say pimping aint easy...whats so hard about it?

In front of crowds to get lots of cheers

Hes finesse, Im a.g. and Im the fuck up out of here

Yeah, fat for the 90s, money

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Все тексты песен: Lord Finesse
» Lord Finesse - Here I Come
» Lord Finesse - That`s How Smooth I Am
» Lord Finesse - Party Over Here
» Lord Finesse - Strictly for The Ladies
» Lord Finesse - Fuck `Em
» Lord Finesse - Food For Thought
» Lord Finesse - O Lord
» Lord Finesse - Soul Plan
» Lord Finesse - Hey Look at Shorty
» Lord Finesse - Yes You May
» Lord Finesse - Keep It Flowing
» Lord Finesse - Funky on the Fast Tip
» Lord Finesse - Underworld Operations
» Lord Finesse - Back to Back Rhyming
» Lord Finesse - Slave to My Soundwave
» Lord Finesse - I Like My Girls With a Boom
» Lord Finesse - Return of the Funky Man
» Lord Finesse - Stop Sweating the Next Man
» Lord Finesse - True and Livin`
» Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught in the System


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: Lord Finesse - Fat for The 90s [finesse] Suckas out there better pray and shout for help When it comes to skills on the mic, Im out for self Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust Swift with the gift when Im dropping my shit I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I split Im not the brother to riff and get raw with I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit Many try to bore me and harm me So what you got an army? youre all washed up like laundry Its lord finesse, the rap phenomenom I take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadan I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness Im so cool I put fans out of business Suckas try to to copy and beat me They try to see me, but its not that easy They should take shit slowly, becase they dont know me Im on the down low, that means I play low key But at a party, Im quick to rag a mic And brothers cant see me with a satellite So those who want to battle me, step up lively "a bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking Im leaving opponents all dead and stinking I kick game, I got more than a small rap I drop facts on tracks, shit Im all that Whether foreign or american, I come better than Any specialist or any rap veteran Im a brother with skills and a good rep Thats why all the players want to follow my footsteps So when you hear me, dont comepare me to all the rest They might be good, but they aint fucking with lord finesse Whether youre old or a rapper with a new name Ill bust that ass and send you home on the 2 train So dont come here looking for a bargain, troop I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit Im quick to send a nigga home in stitches Dont sing and dance, but I still get the bitches So dont ever diss the smooth rap terrorist I get paid each year to come back and write better shit Me getting done? now thats a hot one Its like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast They talking trast but yet havent heard the half They dont understand it Cause Im living gigantic, and Im the best, goddammit Now you know whos on whos jock When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks You cant fuck with finesse, pal And when Im done with ya, send your man for the next round Andre the giant, tell me how ya living (get on down to the old slick rhythm) [a.g.] You said I wasnt ready, jokes on you, jack Because Im the giant, but before it was "whos that? " I dont get girls thats hard to imagine You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the beauty pagent It aint hard to tell, aint had enough yet? Cause youre wet and I still havent bust a sweat Im a fat cat, youre just a kitten Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks aint hitting Youre low budget, and my skills are so rugged I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it Round up the best mcs and confront me One on one, they gets done, they better jump me Me against your crew, now thats a fair fight Me get done one on one? yeah right Come on and face reality I get hype and pull out a can of brutality Youll get knocked in the first round, you wont even get to brag And ask your girl "do the giant got the gift of gab? " Slit her off, hit her off on the first date Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape Why didnt you step, yeah you had the chance To face an avalanche, but youd rather dance Cause you know the consequences To anybody thats comp but just romp and stomp them senseless Cause I speak with a hypertone The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone The mics in my hands, raise your arms, god Me and finesse on the same team? come on, thats a bomb squad Got the things thats wanted by every girl Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls You got game like me? I doubt it They say pimping aint easy...whats so hard about it? In front of crowds to get lots of cheers Hes finesse, Im a.g. and Im the fuck up out of here Yeah, fat for the 90s, money Нравится песня? 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