Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dome Shots, artist - A-Wax. Date of issue: 07.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dome Shots |
| Surround myself with young J-Cats |
| Quick to spray gats |
| Nobody can trust each other |
| I count snakes when I’m under my covers and sheets |
| Instead of sheep’s stressin’myself to sleep |
| It’s rather deep like murder second degree |
| Never nervous |
| Handle them heavy weapons |
| Reborn: 7th month, 17th day, 9th year of the 70's |
| Smokin’heavily |
| Beverly Hills rapper, slash thug actors |
| Get drunk backwards out of they whip |
| Snatch him by the perm put a gun to his lip |
| And tell him strip |
| Savage times for real |
| You a bitch if you can’t admit my rhymes is ill |
| Catch a dome shot, get your wig split |
| He looked at me with his brains in his hand, EEW! |
| He asked me if I could fix it Then he cried |
| Shook like a fish out of water then he died |
| Collided with the killers |
| Or the rydah with the rilla |
| But you sided with them fake |
| Now you gotta meet your fate |
| Out of state where the cakes cost 23 G’z |
| I went back to the past with three |
| Caught funk |
| Yeah, smothered a goon |
| Turn the music up loud |
| Better cover the boom |
| Go discover the room |
| Go explore the flames |
| I was more than doomed |
| It was more than pain |
| It was rain |
| Sunshine, one bullet, one nine |
| One mother fucka, you done mother fucka |
| Another mother gotta suffer a loss |
| It was nothin' |
| Dawg it was nothin’to a boss |
| I was lost |
| This time last year paid the cost |
| For a once and a 2nd strike |
| Four blunts, one second to strike |
| Got a kite from fang |
| Said light the flame |
| Don’t… |
| Like a fish out of water he was floppin' |
| Took a shot to the dome and it dropped him |
| Stopped him, dead in his tracks |
| Blew him right up out his black Air Max |
| With the loose fat laces |
| I’m on the run for like deuce fat cases |
| Gotta bust out the track Asix |
| Fuck dominoes in the day room |
| Fuck playin''til noon |
| Fuck playin''til they call my Union to the town hall |
| Fuck a frog eye |
| Fuck a torpedo |
| Fuck spreads and dorito tips |
| I gotta get rich off a kilo bitch |
| Don’t call anybody blockin’my goal |
| I’m a young gun with a glock and a goal |