Текст, перевод и аккорды “Best Rapper Alive”
- [Verse 1] Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_ It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach Yumi, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday Watch a football game and bet it all on one play Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a lil bulky You look a lil salty have ya' self a chill coffee Chill out the girls is still out Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy I got paper to reel in God I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond And I hope you catchin' on to every line Who am I? [Hook] The Best Rapper Alive (4x) Swagger right (check) game tight And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who) The Best Rapper Alive (4x) Swagger right (check) game tight And you should be afraid be very afraid [Verse 2] The heart of New Orleans Thumpin' and beatin' Livin' and breathin' Stealin' and feedin Peelin' and leavin' Killin' and grievin' Dearly departed erased deleted No prints no plates no face no trace Out of sight out of mind No court no case Sell his chain celebrate block party second line Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras Shorty bounce body rock Now he drop now he got Family cry tell the feds tell the cops Smell the rat comin' back to the house To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat (Pow!)trigga man hoodie man tell the kids Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam! Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up Pussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts up Just call me [Hook] [Verse 3] Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs (whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me Fuck Em! Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard Fuck who? Fuck 'em all (yeah)like dat jus like dat I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+ The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac You can't see me baby boy you got dat catorax I'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat Since everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace at Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat Its no problem baby I so got 'em Its just a victory lap baby I'm jus joggin' And I ain't even out of breathe the motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursing Who? [Hook]
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