Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pussy, Money And War, artist - Cage. Album song Movies For The Blind, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English
Pussy, Money And War |
Ck one, tell ya mum this shits done |
Got a brand new album for a fucked up son |
Her daughter gettin fucked, like I give a shit tricker |
Go eat that acid off’a them explicit warning stickers |
Lickin tha cd, askin ya mum to buy it |
While I’m gagging honey, in the hyatt with my dick to keep her quiet |
«Room service…» |
Fuck that! |
Assume Nervous… |
Break this bitch ass off a bruised purpose |
In and out throw a fist in the route this bitch has waste management cause I |
piss in her mouth |
Match made of guiness for forty five minutes then I’m breakin my foot off her |
ass for the finish |
Look dingy and fendy but trendy millenium Ted Bundy lookin all friendly at |
Wendy’s |
Cause it’s time to eat and I’ll fuck you up I ain’t them rhymin' geeks |
We want pussy, money and I’m ready for war |
Already I’m tore still I’m gettin head from your whore |
Bring the fun on don’t be the we put a gun on |
Promoters that don’t gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on |
I can’t help that your wife likes sex and the violence got knives to her head |
while I paint eyelids |
Then cut my ear off Smirnoff get the dead deer off then have that bitch get Lon |
Ser off |
Then we laugh about it at whatever clubs poppin' and blow this shit up with all |
the whores and thugs lockin' |
Make it a point to then break in the joint spend a clip on cult members outside |
waitin' to join |
I’m gettin' this money I don’t care how it look if I pick up both arms you’re |
watchin' a coward cook |
Riddled with lead d-cup nipple tip of the egg twelve four watchin cops itchin |
their head |
Sippin' grey goose with a trey deuce on this kid that runnin' this dough and |
I’m like 'lay loose' |
Don’t have your mom’s be like 'that's my boy' they’ll sign the papers to have |
your corpse destroyed |
You better got rocks to fling or Glocks to ping fuck around and got Cage doin' |
obnoxious things now |
It’s four AM where your kids at Larry Clarke’s crib with Copywrite next to |
where the PTA live |
Went to see Bully not for my two songs maybe up cameo with Bijou Phillips lady |
up |
This time around crazy I’m slicin shrunk monkeys used to pistol whip til Shady |
made it look pussy |
Tryin' to dissect words I write only found a napkin in the diner for the verse |
I wrote last night |
So don’t pick up bread crumbs like this old bitch sittin' shoddy in the NIS gun |
You get the point like your bitch do I punch through the planet like when PCP |
hits you |
Watch me shake up these little primaddonas cuttin' off their backpacks like Mad |
Cow Llama |