Текст, перевод и аккорды “Open Fire”
- Whoop whoop(8x) [redman] Funky dilemmas, destroy mcs by process of elimanation Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella No ones betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner I phase you wit my nasal style Im able To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable Now whos on the deal Ill make you feel the real I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I mustve been worn Wit ten of my dusted friends i, I get up in you like keith murray Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry Make competition leave early smokin the lala Blazay blah come through your block and open fire (redmans in the area Keith murrays in the area Erick sermons in the area) [erick sermon] You best believe Is this mic on word up I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars The lyrical street fighter call me sagat Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot Where thers a drum theres a beat And where theres guns theres the streets This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and dont know the flava Its the same reason why I threw away my skypager Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates Wit fly intricate flows by the lows Yall come out the hype description of this One time billboard winner, six time gold record list No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe And broke it out like a rash, who? So who do I be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e Get your blunt leafs and fire it up Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo! Mcs you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier [keith murray] Aaahhhhhh! Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain cant be defined In the words I be using when I be rhymin Now you can change your whole word back and forth And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood hed cough My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery And God forbid I outrageous people see the l.o.d. I love beatin you in the head with this Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist Way nicer than the force intended The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember Def squad
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