Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contra-Banned, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Do Not Enter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Contra-Banned |
Contraband |
Meaning: goods that have been imported or exported illegally |
Synonyms: smuggle, black market, bootleg or under-the-counter |
This is that illegal dope shit we’ve been banned for |
Click click, picture records |
Selfie stick, filter of course |
Healthy choice, fix a divorce |
Donkey kick, bitch I’m the horse |
Piss on the walls of the court house |
Wooh wooh wooh, let the dogs out |
Fallout, blackout, call out war |
Shit you never heard before |
What’s more we taking this shit to ridiculous heights |
And I’m never a quitter, I fight for my life |
You can call me whatever, I do what I like |
(But you can’t talk no more) when you head is on ice |
See, my mind not quite right |
Been dealing with the devil all my life |
Now I’ma stay a rebel till the day that I die |
I knock you out clean 'fore the day that I die |
Wasteline with the Persian plates |
Spread it like a vermin plane |
Turn the page, early stage |
Safe to say we got a murder case |
Yeah, turn to steak, oh scorpion |
Now I’ma burn your face, earn your place |
You gon' learn one way |
Words like a dagger stabbin' the way |
better get out the way |
Cage then, casing around |
What’s that sound? |
T-Rex shakin' the ground |
Taking them out real steady |
Goons in the back still ready |
Yo, fetch my machete, swinging and singing |
And jelly |
My niggas is sinning like Ed, Edd 'n Eddy |
Looking for Gucci got niggas as petty |
I’m looking for beasts that are heavy like shit |
This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro |
Keep your rewards and your late-night show |
Stick it where the sun don’t shine, bitch |
This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro |
Keep your rewards and your late-night show |
I’ma keep it real till I die, bitch |
It’s all bullshit, folks |
It’s all bullshit and it’s bad for you |
Now, you wouldn’t know it |
The radio can suck my dick |
They ain’t givin' us stayin' on playin' on tracks |
Like we ain’t got a bunch of hits |
If you ain’t givin' me a pass, I don’t give a rat’s ass |
They judge the book 'cause we ain’t on the same page |
Fuck yo plugs, still on the main stage |
Came with a bag full of contraband |
D.O.D. |
Army across the land |
We across the globe, we lost the hope |
Your mission is impossible, stop the noble |
Walkin' like the maffia, we cock and load |
And rushin' like a razzia we trap 'em all |
It’s time for a new age, new ways written, niggas |
Like a true faith, born to do |
with a full break |
We got a noose for your neck (Saddam Hussein) |
We came, we saw, we conquered |
Insane, no accent in concert |
As we take control, true to the game |
You know the name, that’s why |
This is not for the radio |