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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
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Stu Bangas
Stu Bangas
Künstler:in
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Künstler:in
Stuart Hudgins
Stuart Hudgins
Künstler:in
Clifford Smith Jr
Clifford Smith Jr
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Songwriter:in
Stuart Hudgins
Stuart Hudgins
Songwriter:in
Clifford Smith Jr
Clifford Smith Jr
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Stu Bangas
Stu Bangas
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Lyrics

Vinnie Paz Mr. Mef Shoutout to Hayman and the OG, Mr. Wall Ticalian Stallion (uh), Staten Island Wu-Tang Forever Philly in here And a day, you heard? Wu-Tang Forever This what I do in my sleep man Official Pistol and all that Go, go, go Yeah, yeah, yeah I say, "Lights, camera, action" and back to clean up their act again Cashin' in, kinda like Apple Pay, they tappin' in It take two, you not Rob Base, clown, you cappin' it Roger that, I'm in Rob's place now, what's happenin'? Staten in the buildin', ain't no accident We might take a knee, amen, Kaepernick I'm dope, but I ain't traffickin' Nah, ain't no comparison, babblin' rappers imaginin' They battlin' Eminem usin' them bars, embarrassing' Every time I ate, I turn my passion into passionatе You hazardous and half of my Mobb Deep ain't having it Master this music, I ain't Harriet But still I took the undеrground road with no swing low, sweet chariots I'm so amazing, I've graced many occasions Got these Karen's like "Holy Potato Salad and raisins" A foul taste in your mouth, my foul's flagrant I blow a smoke cloud in your face, a foul fragrance When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glock's and packin' TECs When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glocks and packin' TECs Yeah, I will torture like Rebenga The .45 with me like we Cory and Topanga Side pop a robber and the shorty speakin' Bangla (what she sayin'?) Motherfucker goofy and I thought he was a mangler (fuckin' goofball!) Magazines that contain .80s (brr!) Motherfuckers really is goofy but play crazy (fuckin' dickhead!) I kill at will, you can't fade me Shots fire at you, I slap you like Wayne Brady That's a shotty and it's many more (it's more) A golden key can open any door (yeah) Broken-ass woofer and a speaker (crackhead) Tambourine Man, and he cookin' in the beaker (cookin') The temperature high and it's too humid (it's too hot out here) I don't like the way that you talkin', you move stupid (stupid!) The .38 holdin' five in it (five in it!) You made your bed, you gotta lie in it When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex (Chinaski Black) And all my weapons, packin' Glocks and packin' TECs (Stallone, salute 'em) When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage (Wu-Tang Forever) When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage (Mr. Mef) We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex (Ticalian Stallion and all that) And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glocks and packin' TECs (Staten Island) Pistolvania You fuckin' goofballs (goofballs) Fuck outta here (fuck outta here)
Writer(s): Vincent Luviner, Stuart Hudgins, Clifford Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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