Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D-12 World, artist - D12. Album song D-12 World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
D-12 World |
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls. |
Welcome to D12 World! |
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world. |
(Distorted) The world wants me to cope. |
I don’t smoke crack, I don’t smoke crack, I don’t. |
Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick, |
When D12 rock his summer it’s over with. |
All these bitches and all these hoes, |
What the fuck you looking at me for? |
(You, nigga!). |
Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range. |
I like my bitches raspy and nasty, |
I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley |
I slide you dope without no procrastination, |
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination. |
I’m always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes, |
I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pterodactyls. |
This is our world.. . |
We’d love to smack you, |
Hot lead flying with debris and shrapnel. |
Rippin' you to shreds, fuckin' up your tattoo. |
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too. |
D12 is, that’s who! |
Got you limpin'. |
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch! |
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit. |
Peep, I stole your mom’s jeep and crashed into my street. |
Crazy derange. |
Of course we Shady’s gang, |
Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains. |
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks. |
Chew on shro, rainbows, and p acids. |
Welcome to D12 World! |
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls. |
Welcome to D12 World! |
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world. |
Welcome to D12 World! |
(Kon Artis Singing) |
Welcome to D12 World! |
Aaaaahhhhh!!! |
Aiyyo |
nigga’s be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs? |
now. |
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now. |
I used to be nice, but nice don’t cut it. |
Now I over they wig, if they don’t open my budget. |
Them D12 nigga’s, they be quick to blast. |
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass. |
Steppin' to us, you can’t be the smartest, |
Cause you’ll get dropped like an Aftermath artist. |
They catch me mingling by a bitch with class, |
When she turn I’ll be sprinkling some shit in her glass. |
What part of this you can’t understand? |
I’ll emulate a man, worse then making a band. |
(Kuniva — Don’t be mistakin' that man), |
(Kon Artis — He’ll invite you over.) |
Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola. |
I’ve been doing this for a minute, |
And I’m starting to see my little brother Caleb |
Look more like a star then me. |
That’s why I just started workin' out. |
Man, this shit ain’t workin' out. |