Текст (слова) песни: Psychoward - Rockslangas

[Brainstorm]
Mac dad-o, Karamello
We free agents.....7 years, 220 million dollars apiece

I`m the startin` power forward, Brainstorm the gambler
Uptown baller, bona fide rock handla
I got skillz handle the mic like Muggsy,
I got dreams like Hakeem to be a rich man, like Rich and Bugsy
My man I got the plan to bust a phat rhyme out,
Travelin` like Chris Webber, before he called that time out
I ain`t bout that punk shit, got game but can`t dunk shit
Fuck that I`m about to get on some more white men can`t jump shit
See me on the court with no ups, but mad handle,
One-on-one for thirty dollars? You know I like to gamble
I got game but it ain`t like I can`t lose,
But lady you might catch me on the court freestylin` bout your shoes
I slang many types of rocks many types of ways
Slangin` them things since way back in the days
Niggas slangin` crack rocks, thinkin` they be ballin`,
Nah, not me patna, I`d rather slang a Spalding

Last week fuck around and got a triple-double

[Karamello]
Check the balls, check the balls

All in the ballin` in your own sweat puddles ya fallin`
Stutter-steppin` never stallin`
The illest place K is callin`, but callin` K out is not wise
Lurkin` in the paint six five ready to swat flies
Burnin` ya like hot fries, the message to contenders
You better in the stands as a cotton candy vendor
(Candy Ass!)
I`m handy with my passes to perfectionists like BOW!
I do your team foul,
Be on conception with my illa crossover,
Shakin` crossovers ya lost, game over
Don`t believe me? Lemme show ya.
Rip ya like a jersey new styles get in your skin,
I spot ya ass ten games eleven, you still couldn`t win
Skills are blended in a matter that means much to slayer
Word to Scottie, case considered as the all-around player
Number 24 rippin` plenty more rhymes,
Many feet behind the three line, nothin` but twine
That`s ya muthafuckin` be-hind, my dunks are rather di-vine,
And powerful ya done, hit the showers here`s a towel,
I`ma celebrate with white out, victory becomes a Scott
The Laker girls are screamin` Psychoward muthafuckas
Usin` metaphors to rock the show my lyrical weaponry
If you think you can hang, grab your spherical, step to me

[Mac]
It`s the six two straight from Third Ward State
University where chumps vacate,
Gimme a fast break,
Watch the camoflauge assass TAKE niggas
These fake niggas, these ole "I`m from out of state" niggas and what?
Slangin` rocks to support skin pops
Fiends know when you`re home and when you`re not
And real niggas open up shop, on territorial blocks
Tell the cops that you about to get stopped
Kick ya door in, illegal search found one rock
Plus a bag a pot, he brag alot told the cops that he had a plot
And he`ll be out around eight o clock,
Until the cops put him in a cell block and threw away the locks
It`s kinda similar for players who shine,
Both get P-T, but in the dope game, that`s prison time
The Universal, contraversal, multi-versal,
See you on my tennis shoe commercial niggas
It don`t quit nigga
Uptown how ya figure?
The dream team nigga, ya heard of us.

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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: Psychoward - Rockslangas [Brainstorm] Mac dad-o, Karamello We free agents.....7 years, 220 million dollars apiece I`m the startin` power forward, Brainstorm the gambler Uptown baller, bona fide rock handla I got skillz handle the mic like Muggsy, I got dreams like Hakeem to be a rich man, like Rich and Bugsy My man I got the plan to bust a phat rhyme out, Travelin` like Chris Webber, before he called that time out I ain`t bout that punk shit, got game but can`t dunk shit Fuck that I`m about to get on some more white men can`t jump shit See me on the court with no ups, but mad handle, One-on-one for thirty dollars? You know I like to gamble I got game but it ain`t like I can`t lose, But lady you might catch me on the court freestylin` bout your shoes I slang many types of rocks many types of ways Slangin` them things since way back in the days Niggas slangin` crack rocks, thinkin` they be ballin`, Nah, not me patna, I`d rather slang a Spalding Last week fuck around and got a triple-double [Karamello] Check the balls, check the balls All in the ballin` in your own sweat puddles ya fallin` Stutter-steppin` never stallin` The illest place K is callin`, but callin` K out is not wise Lurkin` in the paint six five ready to swat flies Burnin` ya like hot fries, the message to contenders You better in the stands as a cotton candy vendor (Candy Ass!) I`m handy with my passes to perfectionists like BOW! I do your team foul, Be on conception with my illa crossover, Shakin` crossovers ya lost, game over Don`t believe me? Lemme show ya. Rip ya like a jersey new styles get in your skin, I spot ya ass ten games eleven, you still couldn`t win Skills are blended in a matter that means much to slayer Word to Scottie, case considered as the all-around player Number 24 rippin` plenty more rhymes, Many feet behind the three line, nothin` but twine That`s ya muthafuckin` be-hind, my dunks are rather di-vine, And powerful ya done, hit the showers here`s a towel, I`ma celebrate with white out, victory becomes a Scott The Laker girls are screamin` Psychoward muthafuckas Usin` metaphors to rock the show my lyrical weaponry If you think you can hang, grab your spherical, step to me [Mac] It`s the six two straight from Third Ward State University where chumps vacate, Gimme a fast break, Watch the camoflauge assass TAKE niggas These fake niggas, these ole "I`m from out of state" niggas and what? Slangin` rocks to support skin pops Fiends know when you`re home and when you`re not And real niggas open up shop, on territorial blocks Tell the cops that you about to get stopped Kick ya door in, illegal search found one rock Plus a bag a pot, he brag alot told the cops that he had a plot And he`ll be out around eight o clock, Until the cops put him in a cell block and threw away the locks It`s kinda similar for players who shine, Both get P-T, but in the dope game, that`s prison time The Universal, contraversal, multi-versal, See you on my tennis shoe commercial niggas It don`t quit nigga Uptown how ya figure? The dream team nigga, ya heard of us. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Rockslangas: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/7021.html Все тексты песен: Psychoward » Psychoward - Psycho Ward Muhphuckas Pt. I » Psychoward - Rockslangas Рекомендуем скачать: » Глюкоза - Карина » Геннадий Жуков - В одной коммунальной квартире... » Геннадий Жуков - Пометки на полях » Геннадий Жуков - Ветер листья возжег, и вспыхнули листья... » Геннадий Чугуев - Пироги » Гулько Михаил - Кабацкий музыкант » Григорий Дикштейн - Романс прощения » Геннадий Жуков - Быстрые сны » Григорий Дикштейн - Укатали сивку... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Хорошо! » Гайк Мкртчян - Долго спорили, про все забыв... » Григорий Дикштейн - Жуткая история, или Опыт рекламы застежки-молнии » Гиви Чрелашвили - Ряды » Голубые береты - Нам с тобою, братан » Григорий Лепс - Прочь униженья (романс) » Геннадий Васильев - Осенняя песня. Памяти Владимира Высоцкого » Геннадий Жуков - Легенда о Пане » Гости из Будущего - Лучшее в тебе » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я всегда буду против » Г.Лепс - Натали
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