Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mammoth, artist - Chester Watson. Album song Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
Mammoth |
| Fucking mammoth, the crew is steady jamming |
| Repping agnostic buddhist, chucking? |
| claiming Janice |
| Prancing all over beats just like your boy was still a dancer |
| Sipping poison is the answer, gorgeous oysters in the sea |
| We get em faded like we faded then they open for the team |
| Comme always whip the caddie, never chauffeur to the beach |
| Or for a beach, my niggas get it like we hoarders of the cheese |
| And the rats are in the pack, these in the coys that’s in the streams |
| We them bonzai cats kill 'em on sight |
| Team full of bronze eyes trapped in a small light |
| Looking like a Prong-sized frat cause we all fly |
| Get it how you live it but you living like some small fry |
| Different color bitches and they wish I fuck em all night |
| Knowing I ain’t with it, I just hit it then I call Mike |
| I’m a black magician, ask ?, it’s a small prize |
| From the? |
| figment, im’ma bridge it, it’s as vivid as the archives |
| Way the flow is switching, leave em cross-eyed |
| I’m back to back with all my issues, either cackling or in dispute |
| Where the action? |
| Shooting missles at my past, hope it blows up |
| Making beats, always know it’s gas when we rolling |
| Chief and pass that’s the notion, hitting ass near the ocean like |
| Niggas ain’t know we mega class and we Kosher |
| Write, blast, it get doper, rip wax with the vultures |
| Chilling like some villains and we practice the culture |
| And no jewelry, that’s no exaggeration |
| See I barely be sporting the ring I copped from graduation |
| But that’s just me being prophetic again |
| With the mind too philosophical, scoff and lecture at women |
| Apostle of the riddles, he’s a living sarcophagus |
| Veteran of the opposite, within leather, swing hockey sticks |
| Sketching a better picture of yester and probably frolic with |
| Hannah Montana cause she’s as hot as a leaky sauna vent |
| It’s a mystery, gold chain, watch, live in misery |
| Zombies of the night, 10 K, that was history |
| Leaves these critics slippery, this chivalry a victory |
| Writing fighting history, my enemies, they into me |
| Cause he hotter than the sun |
| Guess my heart was born cold, so it’s nothing that out done |
| If this kid’ll get killed, bitch who living by the gun? |
| She just rather buy pills and maybe have a little fun |
| Dark, corrupted little mind |
| Catch me in my prime, like I’m Kobe throwing rolling dimes |
| Hit up? |
| on the keys |
| Spitting rhyme, committing crime |
| She ain’t thinking wine and dine, cause all the time we 69 |
| But it’s fine |
| I guess you talking my language |
| Nu Age Syndicate, worldwide we dangerous |
| ? |
| got that heat |
| The sprayer really got no patience |
| Leave you nameless |
| Not a word, talking stalking like we famous |
| But I’m with it if you with it |
| Whipping, flipping in the kitchen, from Colombia so I get it |
| Man this life is so addicting |
| Choosing shooting with no pity |
| Always gotta rep the city even though it’s fucking filthy |
| Raised in the bay |
| Not really time to play |
| We just blow a pound of haze and write some scriptures for the way |
| She be drinking with no chaser, and I’m just trying to change my ways |
| My mind tripping, I’m slipping, it’s like I’m living in debate |