Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off Rip , by - Termanology. Song from the album Triple OGzus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Off Rip |
| Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah |
| Go, go, go, go |
| Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah |
| Go, go, go, go |
| Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah |
| Go, go, go, go |
| Ya better pay up when we hitting ya door |
| Or your only other option is kissing the floor |
| It’s Big Shug, Term' and Singapore |
| Money getters, L blowers, clapping the fours |
| It’s mayhem massacre, Murderpan mangler |
| It’s so damn real that the Preme beat strangle ya |
| It’s about time real came back around |
| Your silly circus shit with a game full of clowns |
| We still puffing perfect, splitting dutch with chocolate |
| Pay attention now, hip hop apocalypse |
| We hear ya slick talkers wanna boss flipping lips |
| Any real time, GangStarr, Full Clip |
| Got down on my knees, gave the sky a kiss |
| Got some words from the Guru that I’ll never forget |
| He said, «Sorry Shug for that Solar shit |
| Make 'Em Pay up now. |
| Get it off rip.» |
| Off the rip I’ll rip off ya head |
| Let the gun tongue kiss you with lead |
| Tears shed, bodies missing and dead |
| Then I’ll piss on ya bed |
| Throw a brick at your head |
| The infa-red is never impotent |
| Pop up with the steel make the gun get intimate |
| Choppers in the church parking lot cause we ignorant |
| Coppers we avoid 'em, they killing people that’s innocent |
| Give me an AK and a pig, we getting into it |
| Kla-kla-kla bang bang boom |
| Ready to give my life address it at your wife’s address |
| To put a target on the dress |
| They say you wanna kill a man’s pride, go and kill his bitch |
| I’ll say, «Kill his mama and make his father go dig a ditch» |
| You rappers ain’t sick like me |
| Roll up to the club strapped with a 100 spics like me |
| I just drank a whole bottle of Jose to the dome straight |
| And this Rosay, I probably won’t be getting home straight |
| Off rip I’m like the smoothest dude rolling with the rudest crew |
| Bring your cutie through and we’ll twist her like Rubix Cube |
| Make her twist my doobie too cause youse a |
| You always scared like Shaggy and Scooby Doo |
| I’m hostile, thoughts wild cause I ain’t a lost child |
| But I got style closet tonight: stockpile |
| Super high and fly, life is the alibi |
| Limit is the sky, Livin' Proof like Malachi |
| Slap a body slammer guy or let the hammers fly |
| You hear that sound? |
| Better duck like Anaheim |
| Skirt wearing bozos but nah you ain’t homo |
| It’s just for the promo |
| They matching with they Polos |
| But y’all know my steez, wave grease and some Wallabys |
| My eyes bloodshot red because I swallow trees |
| Off rip I ripped off cause of my melanin |
| But bad to the skeleton when you’re soft like gelatin |
| «Count the mics that I rip» |