Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse - Yes You May

[lord finesse]

Yeah, now check this out.

Now what we have here is the "yes you may" remix, right?

But percee p and my man a.g. aint here,

And I got my man big l in the house, you know what Im saying?

And we swinging shit for 92

[big l]

Ah check it out, yo

Ayo everywhere I go, brothers know my fucking name

Im flooring niggas and I only weight a buck and change

I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days

Fucking with me, a lotta niggas was sporting shades

I grab the microphone and scar jerks

Niggas running up (put me on!) what the fuck, is this star search?

Im relieving rappers like sudafed

And if the microphone was smoke then big l would be a buddha head

Ayo my crews real smooth like lopez

I was rocking mics since niggas was wearing pro keds

I only roll with originators

Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refridgerators

Im a crazy mean lyracist

Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this

And those that refuse the order, big l bruise and slaughter

Niggas hear me and take notes like a news reporter

Ill bend a rapper like a fender, Im slender, but far from tender

Killing niggas like a klan member

You cant touch this, your rhymes to darn weak, front

And Im a introduce your brains to the concrete

I keep hoes satisfied, Im pushing the fattest ride

To take me out, troop, even the baddest try

But they fell cause my techniques are liver

Im so deaf I need a hearing aid with an equalizer

You tried to hit a home run but you struck out

My rhymes were released, Id like to say peace the fuck out

[lord finesse]

Check it out, its the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer

As far as running mine, aint nothing happening here

Cause Im on some ruthless shit

It aint over til the fat lady sing? Im a shoot the bitch

Im swift with this, its ridiculous to get with this

When I kick some shit, Im a cold flip the script

Its all systems go when I start ripping shows

I swing and do my thing and Im coming home with different hoes

I got game like genesis

When I finish this I can bag any hoe on the premisis

I spin into action like a whirlpool

Get wilder than a rapist in a catholic all-girls school

Cause Im scoring mine, never kicking boring rhymes

Im living larger than my dick in the morning time

I get paid and laid on a good night

Me take a loss? that shit dont even look right

Brothers couldnt win against me with their hardest tactics

I hang em and use their ass for target practice

If you think you can troop, go recruit your group

We can battle for some loot, shit

I take you, and plus the rest of your squad

Bust your ass and make you all get messanger jobs

So write that shit in your column

Any rapper who wants beef, motherfuckers got problems

Im out to make changes

Its the funky man, you know what my motherfucking name is

(lord finesse and big l give shoutout til fade)

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Все тексты песен: Lord Finesse
» Lord Finesse - Praise the Lord
» Lord Finesse - Back to Back Rhyming
» Lord Finesse - Speak Ya Peace
» Lord Finesse - Pull Ya Card
» Lord Finesse - Funky on the Fast Tip
» Lord Finesse - Show `Em How We Do Things
» Lord Finesse - Fat For The 90`s
» Lord Finesse - Slave to My Soundwave
» Lord Finesse - You Know What I`m About
» Lord Finesse - Stop Sweating the Next Man
» Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught in the System
» Lord Finesse - Hip 2 Da Game
» Lord Finesse - I Keep The Crowd Listening
» Lord Finesse - Save That Shit
» Lord Finesse - Funky Technician
» Lord Finesse - Return of the Funky Man
» Lord Finesse - Food For Thought
» Lord Finesse - Keep It Flowing
» Lord Finesse - Fat for The 90s
» Lord Finesse - No Gimmicks


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 - Yes You May [lord finesse] Yeah, now check this out. Now what we have here is the "yes you may" remix, right? But percee p and my man a.g. aint here, And I got my man big l in the house, you know what Im saying? And we swinging shit for 92 [big l] Ah check it out, yo Ayo everywhere I go, brothers know my fucking name Im flooring niggas and I only weight a buck and change I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days Fucking with me, a lotta niggas was sporting shades I grab the microphone and scar jerks Niggas running up (put me on!) what the fuck, is this star search? Im relieving rappers like sudafed And if the microphone was smoke then big l would be a buddha head Ayo my crews real smooth like lopez I was rocking mics since niggas was wearing pro keds I only roll with originators Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refridgerators Im a crazy mean lyracist Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this And those that refuse the order, big l bruise and slaughter Niggas hear me and take notes like a news reporter Ill bend a rapper like a fender, Im slender, but far from tender Killing niggas like a klan member You cant touch this, your rhymes to darn weak, front And Im a introduce your brains to the concrete I keep hoes satisfied, Im pushing the fattest ride To take me out, troop, even the baddest try But they fell cause my techniques are liver Im so deaf I need a hearing aid with an equalizer You tried to hit a home run but you struck out My rhymes were released, Id like to say peace the fuck out [lord finesse] Check it out, its the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer As far as running mine, aint nothing happening here Cause Im on some ruthless shit It aint over til the fat lady sing? Im a shoot the bitch Im swift with this, its ridiculous to get with this When I kick some shit, Im a cold flip the script Its all systems go when I start ripping shows I swing and do my thing and Im coming home with different hoes I got game like genesis When I finish this I can bag any hoe on the premisis I spin into action like a whirlpool Get wilder than a rapist in a catholic all-girls school Cause Im scoring mine, never kicking boring rhymes Im living larger than my dick in the morning time I get paid and laid on a good night Me take a loss? that shit dont even look right Brothers couldnt win against me with their hardest tactics I hang em and use their ass for target practice If you think you can troop, go recruit your group We can battle for some loot, shit I take you, and plus the rest of your squad Bust your ass and make you all get messanger jobs So write that shit in your column Any rapper who wants beef, motherfuckers got problems Im out to make changes Its the funky man, you know what my motherfucking name is (lord finesse and big l give shoutout til fade) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Yes You May: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/8846.html Все тексты песен: Lord Finesse » Lord Finesse - Praise the Lord » Lord Finesse - Back to Back Rhyming » Lord Finesse - Speak Ya Peace » Lord Finesse - Pull Ya Card » Lord Finesse - Funky on the Fast Tip » Lord Finesse - Show `Em How We Do Things » Lord Finesse - Fat For The 90`s » Lord Finesse - Slave to My Soundwave » Lord Finesse - You Know What I`m About » Lord Finesse - Stop Sweating the Next Man » Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught in the System » Lord Finesse - Hip 2 Da Game » Lord Finesse - I Keep The Crowd Listening » Lord Finesse - Save That Shit » Lord Finesse - Funky Technician » Lord Finesse - Return of the Funky Man » Lord Finesse - Food For Thought » Lord Finesse - Keep It Flowing » Lord Finesse - Fat for The 90s » Lord Finesse - No Gimmicks Рекомендуем скачать: » Пропаганда - Одни дома » Петкун, Голубев, Макарский - Belle » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - С тех пор, как сгорели дома » Песняры - Я не могу иначе » Психея - Снег » Петр Красов - Флэтник на небесах » Пятилетка - ПОБЕГ » Петр Климов - Разговор о любви » Песняры - Только с тобой » Пикник - Ветер лилипутов » Павел Кашин - Ручеек » Пеп-си - Любовь, любовь » Премьер-министр - Мама » Пилот - Ждите солнца » Пилот - 2 наркота » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Велосипед » Павел Гайда - Тридцать лет и три года... » Петр Климов - Этюд в черно-белых тонах » Павел Папушев - Катенька » Павел Смеян - Непогода
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