| I’m poppin' off, all these niggas know I got the force
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| Knock it off, or I’mma spray your face with davidoff
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| We showin' off, when I’m flowin' I’m a poet dog
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| I know it’s arc when the big blacks goin' off
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| Showin' kill niggas bill cause I hold them pills
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| All them real niggas ain’t got that dope that kills
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| (Dope D.O.D. we smoke like we burn in hell)
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| Now throw the fire for my furnace grill
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| See I’m a lil' wolf sniff nigga
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| I eat chips with little bit dip nigga
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| I eat clits make a motherfuckers bitch shiver
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| I’m Rick James, just a hip nigga
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| And I, came to kick it with ya, spliff with left the nigga
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| Another sippin' liquour, call me jack the tripper
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| Now I’mma grab your sister, and get nasty with her
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| It’s what I do, I’m true rap master
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| (The four horsemen have return, to take back what was once ours)
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| Big bad wolf Skits blowed out the house
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| Sippin' famous grouse yelling fuck your couch
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| The only way to play this is loud
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| I walk through the streets at night, when the freaks come out
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| I’m a freak for sure, I’mma freak you out
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| You’re a spliff to me, twist you inside out
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| Born to be wild G, header on the highway
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| My way is the highway so light it up (Come roll with the Vicious)
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| Jeff bridges of rap rock the bathrobe to slippers
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| Off the top like big tiger, fingerling with a number 23 sticka
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| I get it in, fuck settling, get em in medicine man
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| Ostrich MC’s stick the head in the sand
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| I walk away with a head in my hands
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| And a bloody bootleg of each fag in your pan
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| (Realize that this so called hype, is nothing more than the spec of dust
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| Compared to the gods of creation, now perish)
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| Shut them off, cut em down, when you die, you’re free
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| Used to run with the gunners like RVP
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| No close doors, got the master key
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| Watching get burned to the third degree
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| 6'3″ MC here to kill you
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| Used to have a problem and I think I still do
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| It’s a Déjà vu and it’s long overdue, most of y’all have alot to live up to
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| Alot of talkin' not alot of action
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| Chillin' in your mansion talking about fashion
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| The passion is absent, dissatisfaction
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| I’m here to conquer like the old saxons
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| The main attraction would happen, feel the new contracion
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| We lasting, laugh at you bastards
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| Blasting, and trashing, smash if we clash
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| We surpassing, no bashing, no classics, what?! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gutta, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Master Xploder, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп