Masta Killa
Masta Killa - Nehanda &; Cream songtekst
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[Heavy Crowds & Conversations] [Lady 1:] Damn! they be havin' us out for like a Hour! [Lady 2:] See that's why I don't be fuckin' wit Clubs [Lady 1:] Yea that Fat Ass bouncer, he was out to dick [Lady 2:] Girl I need a drink [Lady 1:] Me too [Lady 1:] What you gettin' to drink ? [Lady 2:] Tss. I think I'm get me a Sex on the Beach [Lady 1:] Yea that sounds good [Lady 1:] Let me get Two orders to Sex on the Beach [Lady 2:] Yo did I tell you what Happened wit Tameka and her Man [Lady 1:] No, what Happened ? [Lady 2:] Yo she gon' fuck her sister yo [Lady 1:] WORD !! - Oh that's fucked up! [Lady 2:] Yo I would of fucked that bitch up [Lady 1:] Niggaz ain't shit [Lady 2:] Yo they sure ain't [Lady 2:] Damn they takin' long wit our Drinks [Lady 1:] Yea they sure are [Lady 1:] Yo look at that nigga over there he look good [Lady 2:] WHERE ?? [Lady 1:] Over that on the corner by the Speaker [Lady 1:] You don't see 'em ? [Lady 2:] Girl he aiiight [Lady 1:] He over that lookin' all serious [Lady 1:] He might have a nice sized dick I could do some squats on [Lady 2:] [Laughs] Yo you crazy - but you might be right [Lady 1:] HMMMMM! [Laughs] [Lady 1:] Oh they playin' that shit, Ole school; [Lady 1:] I wanna go ova there and dance wit 'em - come wit me [Lady 2:] Girl you crazy - I ain't goin' ova there [Lady 1:] Come on don't be like that, I can't go bye myself [Music starts right away] [Verse 1] They be like send us out to Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan The Bronx, Harlem and Island of Staten Just a Dedication to Radio Station DJ's across the Nation The East is in da House tonight Hold ya ladies tight Pour lil love out Queen, get ya head right She stood out like 5'3", sexy as she wanna be me I'm in the cut didn't think she could see She approach politely and asked "Could I assist" "In a dance wit her and her Sis" How can I resist an offer so grand ? She said they need a man, to stand Why they lock hands Sounds like a plan wit ya Golden son Tan Her sista is like BK and Brown She from Uptown, lil sis strokin' my back I'm in the middle wit the Two step Leavin' it simple, On and on party til we break [Hook: Masta Killa] Yea we get drunk and we stay high We known to take Money and keep the fam fly Guns still bust so please don't try All my ladies scream butterfly, tho' yo hands high [Verse 2] Yea you rollin' wit live from Brooklyn, it's the Squad Hard hittin', face slittin', guns tottin' They let them niggaz in the party ? DAMN! they gon' fuck it up Brothers ain't [?]Corrupt[?] it's just how we came up Rough, tough from the City Pretty ass Pats, strung hung myself young When I think back sometimes - I wanna roll one Just blow one - and sit back Unwind, kill a lil time, you know ? [Hook: Masta Killa] Yea cuz we get drunk and we stay high We known to take Money and keep the fam fly Guns still bust so please don't try All my ladies scream butterfly, tho' yo hands high [Verse 3] So peace, Happy Physical day, if it's your Birthday More power moves to make, cake to take Be Thankful for the food you ate, let's Celebrate People on the Ecstasy - Please don't OD (Overdose) It's really not Healthy for your body and Mind Come wind, wind, wind Pretty young ladies let your Mind float To another place, taste raw dope Track as like Coke - Niggaz slingin' Soap Compare to what I wrote - NOPE!