Popa Wu
Popa Wu - Prepare For The Buddha Monk songtekst
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1e [hook: ol' dirty bastard] 25 Get prepared for the buddha monk 2a You wanna get high? roll up the skunk 1b Ladies and gentlemen.. 5 1f [intro: ol' dirty bastard] 1f Yo, turn this shit up, man 2e Turn the mics open.. turn the mic up, man 36 I want.. i want the mic.. i want the mic to shake 29 The mic don't even sound good at all 23 Man, what's up with that shit? 30 Each one of these niggaz try to say a rhyme 2c They don't wanna work through that shit 3d Knawi'msayin? niggaz gotta learn how to feel that shit.. 3c If you're feelin with me, then you're dealin with filth 32 If you can barely hear it then you need to go 5 e [hook 2x] 5 1c [chorus 2x: 12 o'clock] 1c It's a buddha monk show 33 Brooklyn zu niggaz smoked, high off a duck low 5 17 [babyface finster] 2f Nosy wails tales from a high plainz drifta 27 Bounty killer, most wanted villain 36 Dead or alive, to survive he strive off gun smoke 20 I toke, the colt forty-five 2f Desert eagle, rips through cerebral tissue 36 The issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelin 2b Appealin chicks, up jumps the bullshit 27 And it's a hit, a tale of two hoes 40 Songs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya fuckin window 29 Niggaz lovin hoes, lickin their toes 34 I suppose you high from the candy, for the nose 2e Niggaz is a joke, i take a toke of the la 2b And all the botty boys go boom bye bye 5 d [chorus] 5 12 [manley musa] 14 If he fucked up 34 These niggaz spreadin rumors and get touched up 2a By m three-eighty-oh, musa on the low 2f Get ya high with fly style, rugged profile 3a With chuckers, you know its time for some pound to go 38 Cock suckers, get they fuckin neck broke in my book 38 Strike, if you don't want to get hype then stay put 39 Pop shit like like liquid lips, spit like mac's spit 32 Burnin in whips, sippin and dip cops and shit 3d The god can't slip, i hold the weight above my shoulders 3d Fake toasters get bust back, you're still in the holster 47 Don't play this shit backwards, it goes "mc's lack this" 3a Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where i yap this 3a Heads try to plot on this, kidnap us like slaves, du' 2d Doggy, he's wu, he's the brand new craze 3c Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed 39 And addict was holdin black back in his earlier days 3c I had badder days, that was better days and skills pays 3a Still got laid, rollin on through these street trades 35 Each corner is equality, baby, do you follow me? 3b Diggin in the crates to write this sawed off biography 3d While your girl be hard, gosh in me, partially, properly 3a Cuz you know the gods be, i be new born to this, see? 3a My mom's givin me a kiss and the first whif for me to 24 Live off this and your shit too 35 Gods teach hebrew to a due to live proof through 3d My rhymes will be findin you, black will be designed you 32 Dig into my chronicle, so i can unbondage you 2b They let you see what they want you to 28 But things is right in front of you 5 1e (ladies and gentlemen...) 5 12 [buddha monk] 41 Yes, we leave your brain demented, these god-bodies invented 37 A skill of resident evil with no follow-up sequels 3d My peoples, don't let the devil mislead you and beat you 41 Wicked minds they feed through, sayin it here for the people 39 It's unbelieveable, weak minds they retrieve through 42 Schemin for the c.r.e.a.m., rejoice in the land of the dreams 48 Slide the poison in the weak germs, black babies turn to earthworms 3c In holocaust you must learn, dis-speak your devil terms 46 Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is watery 42 What you ought to do genius is stop karma like twelve monkeys 5 10 [chorus 2x] 5 18 [shorty shit stain] 2c I be the rap head and the mic's my pipe 2c I'm about to get everybody high tonight 33 You ain't had no cool shit like this since '95 36 I can't be tried, it's mad live, people do or die 39 And i be comin with the good shit, soundin like dope 3f I know you smoke it, but you won't get high, off this note 48 Have you upped billy up like coccaine? you thought you could reign? 36 But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds 2a You could send the lady's best friend 37 And when it come to makin lyrics, i will represent 26 Yo, climbin the charts like a cat 27 I'm rollin with mad clips and gats 33 I can't be stopped, like this is shitty shitty 41 And my zu rolls thick, floodin the country with massive hits 5 19 [spiritual assassin] 3e Yo, the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assed 3f A hard task to accomplish, i'm a full definition of skills 44 Being impressive, one rhyme is selfish, it's known as relatives 32 Objective and goal, make an emcee concentrate 29 You're frustrated, when you examined 36 Vocals' movin forward, with left and right pannin 3f You're shootin tranquilizers, reach out as spiritual touch 3c This brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gut 35 You picked up twenty yards in rushin, menustrate 34 Got hit, your backbone couldn't hold the weight 32 Shit shift, like a burnt out clutch, position 3a Twenty-two yard line, you're out of fuckin commission 47 I'm fuckin up beats like vodka from finland, fatigue shit is green 31 And left them calm like they we're all ready 3c My shit is point blank period like a bitch leanin heavy 3c Spillin over the same path, from my mouth you fall last 5 15 [drunken dragon] 33 This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bust 35 All you so-called crazy niggaz still get touched 38 Son i thought you had shit locked down, look around 2e Manchuz took control of your stereo sound 3d Plus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thing 47 Victorious swing like lo han's, son no man could take what i start 33 I keep the best for self, to get the poor part 3b Plus the boot like columbus, s.t.d. spread like fungus 31 Touch hundreds, thousands, more than million 48 Oh no we're four billions, our way of light shines through darkness 38 I spark this track like lye, pop dukes was a gemini 16 What's your sign? 5 29 *scratching of the beat and beeping* 4