Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smash, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Acid Trap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Smash |
| Uh, Dope D.O.D. |
| Three 6 Mafia |
| DJ Paul |
| Skits Vicious |
| Ey yo Jay Reaper, get these motherfuckers! |
| Yo I’m back! |
| Back in effect |
| Back on the set, yeah I’m back on the smack |
| Back! |
| Back on the crack |
| Back like a mack and I’m packing a black gat |
| Yeah! |
| Back with a bat |
| Back up or get the bat smacked on your head |
| Back up or I’ll get your backpack cracked in half |
| Nigga back up don’t make me back up what I’ve said |
| And I’m bad! |
| Bad to the bone, bad like a cellular phone to your dome |
| Yeah, bad! |
| Bad like a boss, bad like the dark side of the force |
| I’m bad! |
| Bad for your health, shotgun shells |
| Niggas gon' yell, niggas gon' cry, niggas need help |
| If I was you, I’d kill myself! |
| Ha! |
| Round two, ey Skits |
| I stay raw! |
| Raw like a steak, raw like the rate of the murder we raise |
| They can call it a state of emergency cause I’m burnin the place |
| Down like a cellar, roar like a lion, you hella gazelle |
| Raw and uncut with the grammar |
| Raw with the Tony Montana bandana |
| Banned on the cheddar, we baning them hits |
| Bang on a hip when I’m banging your bitch |
| Bagging the body, I’ll bang on your door |
| Trip to the morgue and I’m back with the Tommy |
| (Hard to the core) Yo we back like a spinal (Cord) |
| I attack like dino (saur), sure this means war |
| Introducing — DJ Paul! |
| The hardest motherucker you will ever fucking meet |
| The hardest motherfucker you will never ever be |
| I’m burning these streets and I’m keeping my heat |
| Grilling these niggas and loveing some beef |
| Your nigga on fire, hella fat chief |
| I for real get loud on that fire leaf |
| I’m in Amsterdam with Dope D.O.D |
| I’m on stage going in and they next to me |
| I’ll be still super crunk even though I’m on lean |
| But not jumping too high, coming with Glock on me |
| Nigga bet he be thinking he can rock on me |
| When we step into the ring he get rocked by me |
| He’s knocked out like he hit the weed |
| Fucking with the real repping that Tenessee |
| He ain’t nothing but a fucking wannabe |
| So I had to put his head where it needed to be |
| Be down! |