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!
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