Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild Out 2K, artist - Channel Live. Album song Armaghetto, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.07.2000
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Wild Out 2K |
| We be the live ones |
| You dont wanna try son |
| Cause the rhyme come |
| Like a nine gun |
| You can die young |
| Hide lungs |
| Til the seventh sign come |
| Shine son like a diamond |
| I’m harder than one by one |
| Flew flicker, Crew licker |
| Shoot quicker, Loot getta |
| You can’t handle this cause im the truth nigga |
| The haze puffa, Stage crusher once the wave crush ya |
| ??? |
| while im fuckin ya baby motha |
| The back of my right mind terror lines |
| Devil stays higher than the crime rates |
| At Five Burrous |
| You spit yo best shit |
| I spit mines an get arrested |
| Murder one rhymes killin shit write yo death wish |
| Well its the herb wanter shotgunner |
| Hot like summer |
| Parked like a Hummer |
| Off the hook like no other |
| Scale triple stage went from Marcy figga nigga |
| Bigger than most but still look at where stick up |
| Dutch smoker, Blunt smoker flippin like a broker |
| Dope when I pull it quick to draw like poker |
| Ho getter go getter like my dro wetter |
| Trunk full of kill we could all smoke together |
| If you got a hundred dolla bill throw ya hands up |
| If you ain’t afraid to peel throw ya guns up |
| All my niggas smokin to kill throw ya blunts up |
| Roll em up, Throw em up |
| Roll em up, Throw em up |
| Hey yo we build to destruct with the raw un-cut shit |
| Us spit rhymes tight like hancuffs get |
| Niggas say they on some I dont give a fuck shit |
| Bust chicks, Bust clips |
| Like they can’t get touched with |
| Well its the party rocka, poon rocka not Silkk Shocker |
| Put Master the P in an airport locka |
| Wife, Daughter macka, Behind that ass slappa |
| We open up the show like niggas typical roster |
| Niggas can’t see us cause they station ain’t adjusted |
| Destined to be burried in gold like King Tut did |
| Niggas rhymes is ass cause they full of enough shit |
| Need to bow down an pray while the god touch this |
| Hey yo fuck lyric for lyric lets go show for show |
| Give us 45 minutes Channel Live takes all ya doe |
| We got the live show strap sacks of hydro |
| Never bring sand to the beach hide ya ho |
| Dont let the god blast |
| Here with the math illegal broadcast |
| Spit something way outta line an make ya car crash |
| Rhymes comin fast like the first time I saw ass |
| Make a nigga jaw clash |
| Tryin to steal my raw ash |
| Now its the legal broadcast |
| Lightin it down like calm cash |
| With the Henny and Bomb Hash |
| Hot flash, When she let me palm ass |
| Imma long ass let me hit that ass sprung fast |
| Hey yo we settin niggas up like when the 3 strikes law passed |
| Write deep scrpits and prophicies like a the law has |
| We bringin fire like the cops guns draw fast |
| Dope rhymes I stop guns like Utah has |
| Well its all about the ass, cash and last clash |
| My niggas got flags on poles half mad |
| For Loumia, Diallo, Rodney King, to my nigga Rallo |
| If they follow, Hit they ass up like tips hollowed |