Текст, перевод и аккорды “Rundown”
- [Kool Keith] You don't wanna fuck around when I strike at piss range You know the verses I come at you, this strange When I bring the headaches and upset stomach pills for the cramps And two boxes of sanitary bath tissue, to wipe your ass You can't front on me you big-head motherfucker Bitches love it, the bell sittin on the top of they nose Irish Spring, around the pubic hair with Johnson's baby oil On a Hercules cock they robot And score service order gas masks on my face Fly as a German model Camcorder with her tight-ass pussy shaved up to her asshole Drinkin her mineral The water, the general John, A, show y'all some Cleveland cavi shit Rappers ain't down Got that God damn thang wastin champagne You bet those sneakers on yo' feet and that whack-ass chain I'm havin mo' fun than the bra, no Cherry Lounge You with boring girls buyin bottles an' shit No time for local bastards, I'm on some international shit when I spit You on the FDR Drive flossin Goodyear Blimp I'm with a bitch in Paris, tomorrow a party in Germany brunettes You hear, you never saw Look ten times better than Eva Longoria Flat stomachs and apple asses What the fuck you tellin me, you see me, yo You better come out and thaw, like some meat, Kennedy My luggage, I don't fuck with these puppets X-ray my shit through the machine Why you go to to the movies With a gorilla with orange hair, glued on top Off her black hair That look mean backwards motherfucker, what'chu think you mack there? Sittin in your fat chair, eatin ribs all day I wonder do these, cats care I weight advances I wait for you to take your chances And Humpty Dumpty quit it, Prego carriages My poems increase, above averages People hatin doin that ordinary miserable shit Walkin around like savages I'm intrigued by myself, fuck your bullshit statuses~!
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