Lil' Cease

Lil' Cease - Future Sport songtekst

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[Lil' Cease]
 Let the Mony out (yo  yo)
 Let the Mony out (yo  yo)
 *Monkey noises*

 [Redman]
 Yo  yo  this Funk Doc
 Straight up  nigga  lay down
 No time to play now (uh ha)
 Brace be around your hip from the waist down
 Keep it calm and don't react
 Cognac be the Zodiac
 Lo  we back  cock  so these cats won't relax
 You see the face through the open mask, body
 Open gash, hoes throw me cash
 We gon blow, front row, do tash
 I'm a what you call a dog *Dog barking*
 Fucking girls that do hair in mini-malls
 Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha)
 Sick therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha)
 Cocky mass, I put the axe in the door
 Massacre, seminars off Branson jars
 I'll strip your hoe, strip your Benz
 Even strip that black line on your Master Card
 Card, card, card

 [Joe Hooker- Chorus]
 You're 'fraid to say what you mean
 You're just too scared to say what you feel
 You're afraid of us
 You're afraid of us

 [Mr. Bristal]
 BK niggas, hold it down correct (uh ha)
 Been a long time coming, niggas better start running
 Do more than top-gunning
 Dumming like a fifty-dollar sum
 And y'all cowards don't mean nothing (uh huh)
 Kept it real with this Rap shit while you try to go Pop
 I got the Maz' flow down on the schemes and plots (uh ha)
 If I want, nigga, I could come and take your block
 So call them, the first one to call the cops
 Like a lesbi, strictly platinum status nigga, let's see
 I don't wanna test, B, niggas don't impress me
 Who got you gassed like Ghetty, funny like Eddie? (uh huh)
 Bris' flow deadly, cuttin' niggas like a machete
 Done, I die tech when it's indirect (c'mon)
 The home team woulda never let a nigga disrespect (c'mon)
 We carry every object, enough ammo to take 'em (uh huh)
 Any ghetto project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!)
 Wha

 [Chorus]

 [Lil' Cease]
 Yo, yo, ha ha, yo
 It's the phenomenonal Cease, kill more than cancer
 Serious, real thug, no dancer (what)
 More cheese than cameras, cock them hammers (uh)
 My fo' fo' leave niggas bent like Montana
 I'm killer than these cats could imagine when I'm rapping (oww)
 I make it happen when I'm relaxing
 Who want action? I'ma give you whatcha bargain for
 It's not friction, it's like fiction
 Puttin' these cats outta commission
 Flows that's devastatin', I'm dissin', so listen
 If it's hot, then get the fuck out the kitchen
 We All-City, we all-pretty
 Niggas rather die just to floss wit' me (ha)
 Keep it real, fuck how niggas feel (feel)
 Cuz this direct shit gonna get niggas killed
 Niggas sayin' Cease can't write, Cease can't rob (yo)
 Little do they know, I'm ahead of my time
 Future rhymes, what

 [Chorus to end]

 [Lil' Cease]
 Yo, c'mon
 Yo, yo, say what
 Ha ha, yo
 You afraid
 You afraid
 Motherfuckers
 Yeah, yo
 Uh huh, uh huh, huh
 Future sport motherfuckers
 Buck buck buck buck
 Huh, ahhhh!
 Uh huh, c'mon
 Uh huh, huh
 Ha ha, ha
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Atlantic

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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