Heltah Skeltah

Heltah Skeltah - Brownsville Ii Long Beach songtekst

Je score:

[Rock]
 Just understand the whole shit son  y'know y'know
 It's too much doodoo over here  there's doodoo over there
 KnowhatI'msayin? Get with the real  from here
 and the real from there
 And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
 YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro

 [Ruck]
 Fucking global  fucking domination in this rap shit

 [Rock]
 Word is Bon Jovi..

 Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go
 Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by the truckload
 Or the West Coast, where they show me tons of love
 Doc and Tray Deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
 Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast
 Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke?
 No ass Joke, like Buck or Rakim, long arms like Down Syms
 Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

 [Ruck]
 What's the deal Pah? I hope shit is peace and love
 But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release these slugs
 Peep these thugs, Sean Price, MC Most Miraculous
 When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
 Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide
 Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides
 You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die
 News fly fast as fuck on how Ruckus done bruised guys
 Cornball niggaz screamin, "Ruck you on some other shit"
 Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it
 What is this? Y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
 You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis

 [Rock]
 Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here
 Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year
 From the city of Long Beach to my home Brownsville
 Cause real recognize real everytime for real

 [Daz]
 Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town?
 Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
 My style break blocks corners avenues and drives
 It's about time to mash in, it's a ride
 Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
 Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits
 I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
 as I come through, for you and your crew
 It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
 I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
 to step to this, we in effect we dangerous
 Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

 We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
 Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)
 If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
 Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

 [Kurupt]
 Life without money, that's like breathing with no air
 Prepare, there's no love in warfare
 Engage, I meet the front page, like Nicholas Cage
 and get served, front and center stage
 I'm breakin through, throw up your Teflon barriers
 And get penetrated, telekinetic superior
 Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-D
 Hittin every galaxy, throwin up D.P.

 [Rock]
 We in the house, even when we outdoors
 we in the house with dick in your bitch mouth
 From here to down South to the Westside, my vocals Test Drive
 you crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
 So say OH, you love the real shit frequently
 OH for Dogg P-O-U-N-D and B-C-C
 Me, Bummy J and the D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus
 and Kurupt what? We equal fo' bad motherfuckers
 You want lumps? We got some, worse than that we got guns
 from hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
 Oowops son, and mad Glock 9's, the red dot kind
 to make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

 [Ruck]
 At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees
 hopin these, niggaz don't battle the Ruckus vocally
 Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be
 on some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
 You know it's the, Show After-Party Hotel like Jodeci
 Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
 I know you be, on my dick Pah but yo I totally
 Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

 [Daz]
 Now who, wants to be a real dope MC
 Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G
 Swervin all through your fuckin town
 And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!

 [Kurupt]
 Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not
 That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
 I took tricks to New Jerz to Cape Cod
 You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds
 And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice
 And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
 Who could it be comin through in all blue?
 Dogg Pound Gangstaz, number one, number two
 Never evade the principle, the top principal
 Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
 I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
 The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
 That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
 and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
 Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
 No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
 Waitin for poetical Satan, creatin slaughters
 Runnin through camps like Walter Payton
 I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes
 You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes
 Motherfucker

 [Daz]
 Yeah, and that's how we do it
 Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound
 Runnin this motherfucker
 Yeah
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Publisher: Priority Records LLC

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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