Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Connect 4 , by - Cult of The Damned. Song from the album Part Deux: Brick Pelican Posse Crew Gang Syndicate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопConnect 4 |
| Lookin' like a real pimp with this bad bitch, what? |
| What? |
| I’m on some other shit |
| Northern monkey rugged shit |
| Who the fuck you fuckin' with? |
| Not me you fuckin' prick |
| Bird’s are going down south |
| Who let the hounds out? |
| Who downed the loud mouth? |
| With a swift round house then bounced out |
| Stop crying no one cares |
| Fruit cake, go home, grow a pair |
| Old navy, still gravy tho' |
| Bill Bailey 'fro |
| Ill fellatio off a crazy hoe named Stacy, yo (what's happening Stacy?) |
| My stone cold stare got Medusa stoned |
| Thought you had it figured out, but the figures were off |
| If you did it for a job, you live in a box |
| People think that i’m odd |
| But don’t know the kinda shit that i’m on |
| Only talk to myself and listen to god |
| Brick Pelli Posse Syndicate squad |
| Speakin' ill to the cops, the pigs, the filth, the plod, the fuzz |
| Got the drugs hid in my sock |
| Got the goods when I drop on the mic |
| Kill me off — not on your life |
| I knock knock surprise and put a dot on your eye |
| Options are finite, not in my right mind |
| Fill a swimming pool up with vodka and sky dive |
| You only live once but I died twice |
| Rise and shine blaze a spliff in my casket |
| I ain’t Ticketmaster, I ain’t givin' passes |
| Ignant bastards, ridiculous standards |
| What’s happenin? |
| I’m hanging like a chrysalis saggin' |
| Fuck the population like FTP |
| Cucamonga cracker killer MVP — it’s Lee |
| Patta tracky with the vintage Ellesse T |
| You spent a g on your swag while I sweg for free |
| With the team in toe |
| Speedcross on me feet, creeping slow, though |
| I know everything I need to know |
| About everything I need to know |
| So don’t gimme your 2 cents just keep the dough |
| And don’t, blow it all in the same shop |
| I plot at the top and watch you fall like a rain drop |
| You were finally on the ball and the game stopped |
| Got your foot in the door but it’s chain-locked |
| I’m on the other side, I tried to open me mind |
| But it smelt like something died |
| I rock shades just in case you have a bright idea |
| Why move — I can live the life right here |
| I’m raw like recording a porno score |
| On a 414, with a 404 |
| Waving a 4−4 at your wardrobe door |
| Ring your neck and wonder why you don’t call no more |
| Bitches are crying |
| Demanding this dick I’m supplying |
| I got the wood and I got the iron |
| You think I’m playing Golf though and lyin' |
| Till you see S cold roll in the Volvo in slow-mo |
| With the 44 |
| I like the white and I’m love with the coco |
| You’re goin' on like Billy big bollocks but ya bitch textin' pics to me phone |
| though |
| Very, rich with the mojo, let’s settle this in the dojo |
| Henny sip and I’m loco |
| Brick Peli clique is very lit, hit every chick in the throat-hole |
| Then I’m cold sagging with the Cult chattin' shit |
| It’s so laughin' but check |
| S is with a madam in a horse and wagon — sweg |
| Fuck a Phantom, in the carriage holding her legs up, when we’re shaggin' |
| Get to the mansion, she brought some friends |
| I brought the gang gang in |
| Honeys lapdancin' and Can-Can'n |
| This beat got me feeling like I’m gangbangin' |
| Kidda wanna kick that funky shit with the kid? |
| I’ll Van Damme him but listen |
| Linked her Leeds, she was into a g |
| Gave me kisses for free, I gave her that vitamin D |
| The girl is classy and far from easy |
| Wants that nourishing love |
| Told her «dinner's on me… literally» |
| SLEAZY… that's me middle name |
| Had her hittin' the high notes and singing, in the rain |
| Uh |
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