Paroles de la chanson Shady Dynasty Pt 2 par Crooked I
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Paroles de la chanson Shady Dynasty Pt 2 par Crooked I
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Yeah, yo Iceman…
I think we need to do Part II, though…
I did it every Wednesday…
Nigga saying Crooked I about to bring that “Hip-Hop Weekly” back…
Nah… long as whack niggas still shinin’
I’mma be wherever hip-hop need me at
Mega lyrical and then I get political
Like Fela Kuti bringin’ his dashiki back
I love listenin’ to white boy’s spittin’
I’ve been doing that shit ever since I first heard Beasties rap
Black, yellow, white, brown, purple
I don’t care, just body a beat, remember
Yeah, yo Iceman…
I think we need to do Part II, though…
I did it every Wednesday…
Nigga saying Crooked I about to bring that “Hip-Hop Weekly” back…
Nah… long as whack niggas still shinin’
I’mma be wherever hip-hop need me at
Mega lyrical and then I get political
Like Fela Kuti bringin’ his dashiki back
I love listenin’ to white boy’s spittin’
I’ve been doing that shit ever since I first heard Beasties rap
Black, yellow, white, brown, purple
I don’t care, just body a beat, remember
It’s always somebody better than you
And you better believe that somebody is me, remember
I’m makin’ this freestyle shit look easy
So they say I must be constantly thinkin’ about it, dreamin’ about it
People’ll doubt it, but it is easy to me
I want the head of the GOAT
And hell no, I ain’t leavin’ without it
Failure is not in the plan
Go ahead, hater, try to block if you can
They say ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings
So I’m walkin’ with the bitch’s voice box in my hand
Time on my side like a clock in my pocket
I ain’t in a rush ’cause the clock just began
Timin’ is everything, I’m chillin’ like a Rollie in an hour glass
And you better believe that somebody is me, remember
I’m makin’ this freestyle shit look easy
So they say I must be constantly thinkin’ about it, dreamin’ about it
People’ll doubt it, but it is easy to me
I want the head of the GOAT
And hell no, I ain’t leavin’ without it
Failure is not in the plan
Go ahead, hater, try to block if you can
They say ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings
So I’m walkin’ with the bitch’s voice box in my hand
Time on my side like a clock in my pocket
I ain’t in a rush ’cause the clock just began
Timin’ is everything, I’m chillin’ like a Rollie in an hour glass
Man, I’m just watchin’ the sand
First I’mma shove Slaughterhouse down your mouth
‘Til you finally understand we the best in the industry
Then I’mma start shootin’ niggas on the solo tip
So labels better put a vest on the chest of my enemies
‘Cause your roster in danger, we takin’ over
Never seen me comin’ like I’m fuckin’ with the lights off
How do you deal with a rapper so hungry
That even if the wind blow it’ll knock my stomach on the sidewalk?
You won’t deal, you don’t deal…
‘Cause nobody could stop me, nobody could top me
First I’mma shove Slaughterhouse down your mouth
‘Til you finally understand we the best in the industry
Then I’mma start shootin’ niggas on the solo tip
So labels better put a vest on the chest of my enemies
‘Cause your roster in danger, we takin’ over
Never seen me comin’ like I’m fuckin’ with the lights off
How do you deal with a rapper so hungry
That even if the wind blow it’ll knock my stomach on the sidewalk?
You won’t deal, you don’t deal…
‘Cause nobody could stop me, nobody could top me
All they could do is go study the album
And Xerox the flow after they go buy them a copy
West Coast Chuck Taylor kamikaze
Motherfucker, just call me the low-rider Qaddafi
Puttin’ that work out, pushin’ so much weight
That nobody could spot me, you nobody, you not me…
How many niggas do we have to come and get?
How many rappers do we have to come and kill?
How many niggas do we have to come and get?
How many rappers do we have to come and kill?
How many niggas do we have to come and get?
How many rappers do we have to come and kill?
How many niggas do we have to come and get, huh?
SLAUGHTER!
SLAUGHTER!
And Xerox the flow after they go buy them a copy
West Coast Chuck Taylor kamikaze
Motherfucker, just call me the low-rider Qaddafi
Puttin’ that work out, pushin’ so much weight
That nobody could spot me, you nobody, you not me…
How many niggas do we have to come and get?
How many rappers do we have to come and kill?
How many niggas do we have to come and get?
How many rappers do we have to come and kill?
How many niggas do we have to come and get?
How many rappers do we have to come and kill?
How many niggas do we have to come and get, huh?
SLAUGHTER!
SLAUGHTER!
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