Mike G Brown Bag ('04FTA) текст песни, слова песни Brown Bag ('04FTA) Mike G
Mike G - Brown Bag ('04FTA)
Uhh... hey y'all; yeah
I'm still a hazardous spitter, I figure I'd rap to get richer
But after that I remembered most artists ain't paintin pictures
So when I started I knew that they would thank me like November
Don't need a number one spot, 'gainst you rankin contenders
And people say a lot of things but they never say what's real
The fuck you talkin 'bout? Emcees on my heels
When they ain't got the same speed, don't do the same things
Don't understand my words niggaz like they can't read
Heard you're intimdated by people you cain't be
And ain't no comin to my level if your nose might bleed
So I got my shoes on - ain't no goin slow
Shoot the other runners 'fore they even say go
Fuck 'em~! Eh eh eh... Odd Future
[Mike G:]
Aiyyo; I'm classic like '96 posted on the corner
No chain on, shoot up them niggaz because I wanna
Fuck it, you'll see, don't bring your kids 'round me
Worse than that 25th fuckin letter times three
You're a lame, I'm sayin I ain't even in your range
Six banks one day, hit the block then change
That's - pretty much my only scheme to get rich
Cops come, answer the door like "I ain't did shit! "
Fuck 'em all mindstate, kill 'em all attitude
Body didn't fit in the case - I'm like "That'll do"
There he go! Make your heart beat at a faster pace
Go to shows lookin for rappers to lacerate
You hear hollerin and you just heard doom
Tell 'em don't fear me, fear the fuckin full moon
Collect body parts and try to reattach at the seams
Like get 'em boys, get the wolves on your own team
Fuck 'em~! Yeah... Odd Future
Yeah... yeah...
[Interlude:]
Niggaz don't know what to motherfuckin do
When that bullet hit your motherfuckin head, bitch
We be on the blocks, servin rocks, shootin Glocks
With the motherfuckin neighborhood gang, hoe!
[Mike G:]
Ay I'm Mike G, bet they know my name on your block
It's funny, I come around to watch everything stop
Nigga red lights, red dots, pointed at your head like
Figure these niggaz wet cause shit wasn't dead right
O.F. Wolf Gang, number one assholes
Maim fuckin bodies, don't worry about a death toll
All I know is Taco filmin porno in a hotel
Earl fuckin got away, Hodgy's fuckin duckin jail
Veggies stashed the murder weapons under the bottom bunk
And Tyler is ridin 'round with a bitch in his trunk
Speakers loud and distorted, stickin forks in the outlet
Didn't drop the body cause we left without the address
Had to call him up - ask why he wasn't there yet
Said he's strikin out so he didn't use the MapQuest
Said he'd be surprised if he survived the night
Tyler dumped the body in the first place he think is right like
They be on some raise fuss, I be on some cake up
Raise your cup to the fact that you ain't wakin up
Take it how you want it, muh'fucker gettin stuck
Cause bottom line is they are them, we are us
Fuck 'em~!... Odd Future
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