TLC (Prod. By V Don) (исполнитель: )
[Intro: Action Bronson] See when you have this type of hair on your head man The perfect symmetry treated in some type of way[?] Pull up on the 37 foot boat Tan all year I hop out like I ain't [bad word] Three fifth flannel on, summertime Straight up [bad word] Yeah, you ain't [bad word] [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Dump Dump, Impalas jump, you get polished up Lines get drawn in the powder This [bad word] look like new england clam chowder Uzi singing from the tower Stoned singing in the shower My phone rings one thousand times an hour [bad word] i used to pitch a hundred miles an hour Candy Maldonado Candy Eldorado Asics with the purple toe I met a [bad word] today who said my name is Serpico I own [bad word] no carnote Convos with Carlos Hundred thousand on the Cardinals Ain't a [bad word] cold to bring the quill to bring the heating pad You Gotta understand you're dealing with some heathen, jack... [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Our sward the virgin Suburban she do the dirt, do the dirt I served the urfan in surface I’ll put your brain where that curb is No bricks, no chips, then your friend gonna lose service The word is to turn up, too turnt for them turbans, get curtains Lights out Better trap when the mice out Cut throat when that price out, what's your life 'bout? And nobody say, forty cal by the lake Flat line to get the [bad word] back, take a potty break Better lock the gate for your mommy's sake [bad word] boy, pick and roll, gun and dish But you know you [bad word] [bad word] but you're good with the lab, word Til the Tec squirt, expect dirt Lions, tigers, bears oh my Who let the zoo loose? The 4 4 the .. before Click clack, bang bang Who you? But weaker line it up, huh Pop the chunk, drop 'em in the [bad word] Round around my city dark and big papa pump, [bad word] [Interlude] You already know what time it is, slump Go get your [?] y'heard Stone cold, you're my [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Spittin' and rippin' You niggas inferior I came from the game like I'm price on the mic But I’m nicer than Mike, Jackson or Jordan Flow so sick like a roman from a cross It's Aston Matthews Got a shovel and gash you Face covered in ashes, flames covered in acid What a lonely [bad word] I’m a lonely [bad word] but I know some magic And how to make some grams flip [bad word] is a loan Head with the 45th flight In the dirt in the earth, 6 feet away Smoke more green, more murder Psychologic. death is certain Democracy never stopping We feelin’ like 'Pac all honesty Blood-line's strictly poverty Zombie niggas should honor thee [Verse 4: Meechy Darko] Mind games are my games I rearrange your mind frame My mind chain, flow insane, four strains I'm Cobain Guns go bang We toke loud My ears ring Stay around wax like earbuds And I'm high dog, Air Bud (woof) There goes the sound of the K 9 in your face Get shot, broad day Latex gloves [bad word] forensics Straight headshots [?] That murder game, them car chases We rev up, no DMC Them cutthroats, dead niggas Strapped up in that GMC, holla [Outro: A$AP Bari and A$AP Yams] What's brackin, [bad word] A$ton Matthews is brackin, [bad word] What's brackin’ [bad word] cut throat what's brackin, [bad word] A$AP what's brackin, [bad word] Stone cold stuntin on one of you niggas You and your [bad word] [bad word] If you think I’m talking to you, yeah I’m talking to you [bad word] This a'int no diss song, [bad word] Step your brackets up, [bad word] Niggas out there drinking [?] High, taking [bad word] niggas You niggas is two lies away from giving me a [bad word] headache You [bad word] be pouring up a one and a two liter That's not a three liter, [bad word] Lamborghinis [bad word] pouring out ashes on you niggas Burning cigarettes on niggas'