Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bars, artist - CFAlbum song Ascension, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Bars |
My rebel army, we some camouflage troopers |
Workin' in the back—we like the Fraggle Rock Doozers |
Destroy and rebuild and kill Babylon’s future |
Real would never get us—we a paradox to ya |
And son, I’m gonna scout from Seattle to |
Leave ‘em with red heads and call ‘em Carrot Top Juniors |
Marriott cougars in the telly with the next chick |
Indebted, X quick just like that Farrakhan rumor |
Y’all basura, we some sanitation workers |
Not rocking Charles Dutton; |
this ain’t an act—I will murk ya |
Computer thug—never have ta wave a burner |
But see a red dot and they mistake you for a cursor |
If it’s beef, I’mma have ta take it further |
Son, I overkill it—I assassinate a burger |
Rise of the apes—not in silly costumes |
Return of Caesar’s reign—it's a gorilla on zoom |
I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between |
When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin') |
Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors |
What about the bars? |
(So stop frontin') |
It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws |
But we taking ours. |
(The fam tell ‘em) |
Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame |
Homie, it’s. |
Billionaire rebellion |
Yo, my killa shine—y'all just shadow puppets |
Flippin' they wig like Gabby Giffords or Gabby Douglas |
You Gabba Gabba! |
rappers—I'mma have to camel clutch ‘em |
These old pussies, I’mma prehistoric-mammal fuck ‘em |
You never see me in a phantom stuntin' |
Just a Toyota truck with cannons mounted on the back and ammo buckin' |
Gaddafi killers in my clan—son, we bang for nothin' |
Assatassassins in my gang—yo, we stand for somethin' |
These ragamuffins with flak jackets and ratchets tucked in |
The Rambo thugs bring heat—not a standing oven |
My flow’s a flammable substance—I spit fire |
Leave my foes froze like Pompeii’s volcanic eruptions |
Y’all poonani—I leave your vaginal cavity gushin' |
It’s Jumanji way my animals rushing family functions |
So we scheme hard—y'all will never get together |
My team beyond the scene—we gon' wreck this thing forever |
I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between |
When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin') |
Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors |
What about the bars? |
(So stop frontin') |
It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws |
But we taking ours. |
(The fam tell ‘em) |
Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame |
Homie, it’s. |
Billionaire rebellion |
Out of many, I’m the one—like the meaning of «e pluribus unum» |
Be the nigga nice, so you better recruit him or shoot him |
I ain’t talking shiest or just wise—all my guys’ll salute ‘em |
I’ll locate stashes and loot ‘em. |
The cats pursue them in voodoo |
They tryna mute ‘em, just use ‘em as target practice—we gunnin' |
Put the game on with ratchets, «Who want it?» |
Sendin' ‘em from the Empire to London |
Deadly as the hard weapon, the city and villages runnin' |
Too hungry to be the hunted, a threat if you living lavish |
Depth of UFO’s at the Baltic Sea—y'all average |
Go hard, so measure my worth in karats |
Taught to be on point like hookers in the bars with needle habits |
You don’t want no static like gas station attendants |
Trappin' in every sentence—haul ammo to assailants |
Guerilla warfare, we in the trenches |
Spitting like double-gauge twelves ‘til they defenseless |
I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between |
When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin') |
Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors |
What about the bars? |
(So stop frontin') |
It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws |
But we taking ours. |
(The fam tell ‘em) |
Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame |
Homie, it’s. |
Billionaire rebellion |