Saafir

Saafir - Swig Of The Stew songtekst

Je score:

Hittin' when I step back to the deck
 Sidebets kick 'em in then raise up
 Jet from the ivory it's time for me
 To see if I can graze the cut
 Just a hint I'm shuttin' down
 ya pistons you'll have to listen
 'Cause I'm clippin' of the wack
 Bracket shit that's soft so go
 Back to the troft and put it
 Back next to the Smirnoff bottle
 Where u found it from it sounds
 Numb has no feel an organic
 Synthesis did I mention this in
 The last verse no I drive a fast
 Hearse they'll have to catch the
 Flow I'm snatchin' a row of burnt
 Corpses and hopin' they lernt the
 Forces that they're up against the
 Immense in this shit will a
 Fist to the grill instill a fraction
 Of common sense you would want
 Providence to play a part but it's
 Obvious you have no heart I'm
 Protruding a pro-tracker the
 Proportion of a slacker is where I
 store
 The shit give me ya cup what's ya
 Flavor it's juice taste it a swig of
 The stew

 Now that I have a deepdish spoon
 Niggas be attackin' get blackin'
 Eyes like racoons blew up like
 Balloons busted rusted they're
 Getting thrusted with them
 Screw drivers who's the livest
 Me and I love it when the
 Slug rubs another from a rusty
 Life they couldn't cut it so I cut
 'Em with my trusty knife
 Skinned alive and when deprived
 Of one's life one thinks twice
 Three time a lady Lionel couldn't
 Pay or you to fade me 'cause
 I be learnin' shit makin'
 Ternikits for broken English
 I'm yokin' the seamstress 'cause
 I'm sewin' up shit. You know
 I can rip, I rest with the
 Hobo's yo yo's stay up no
 Mayonnaise on the cut but I can
 Bust it wit the mustard my
 Spice is hot the radish
 Adds this seasoning that creates
 And make taste buds wanna make
 dubs
 Of a swig of the stew

 Box Car 23 is my freight train
 I'm not strippin' for the cock except
 the Diesel the weight gain I make pain
 and
 I take it 'cause I'm humble a dirty rat
 A sturdy gat is the back up for the
 Smack up easy for me to pack the
 knack
 Up braggadocio rhymes I'm braggin'
 while
 I'm laggin' saggin' 'cause my jeans
 hafta
 Be lean for the cuisine who dat! Dick
 Dasturdly could never master
 Me drew raps after me comes me
 stop
 Suction cupping you got nothing
 coming
 But cum of burns hon. I'm doin' it
 For my niggas in the oak-land where
 I plan my escape from traits of empty
 Crates and busted grapes are not
 Part of the gomay hey just an
 Appetizer filet mignon but the song
 is the stew
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Jeremy Jackson (5), Reggie Gibson

Componist: ?

Publisher: Qwest Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

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