Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapazoid, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song The Ugly EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Trapazoid |
| D.O.D. |
| alive, and niggas wonder why |
| Niggas wanna try, these niggas gettin' fried |
| Eye for an eye, yo we rhyme til we die for this shit |
| Eye for an eye, rap til we die! |
| Fuck yeah, we own this shit |
| The extrases and bonuses |
| Niggas just can’t get ahold on this |
| Well kiss my cojones bitch |
| Yeah, fuck being broke and shit |
| Hella cake, I want hella cake |
| Heavy weight but I levitate |
| And takin' niggas straight to the heavens gates |
| I never wait, I don’t hesitate |
| K-Pax and set of blings, I’m Kevin Spacey |
| And I’ve said it straight, like this |
| Yo, we’re takin' a piss, piss at your dog and your kids |
| Piss at your bitch and your biz |
| Piss at all the shit that exists |
| Yes, like that, and I like that |
| Yeah, you don’t fight back |
| Bust back and your life’s snatched |
| Put it right back on the right tracks |
| Y’all niggas hit, it’s loosin' us |
| We need dopeness, shoot it up |
| We dem roaches, ruthless |
| But… Y’all already knew what’s up |
| Tell me, who can touch this? |
| Who can bring that fucking ruckus? |
| Who can look the Reaper in the eyes |
| And tell me not to fuck shit… Up |
| This is no beginners luck |
| Niggas gettin' stuck when I conduct like Loaded Lux |
| We ride or die, I wonder why they think I’m kiddin' |
| I don’t lie, this shit was written, so I’m nice |
| That’s everytime I grab a mic, uh |
| My spike shine I could puncture, poke your pine |
| Rapping monster, sick your spine do this for commend |
| I drew the borderline again, hella bad the Devil laughs |
| Passing me a Heineken, shadow cast my mellow half |
| Ain’t no wining and dining, ain’t no 9 to 5in' |
| Yellow tabs, hella ass, hiphop got me grindin' |
| Spit that rapid fire flow |
| Then ride till the motherfucking tires blow |
| Life full of drama I gotta strike the globe |
| Slice through your aura with the fatal blow |
| Credits grow, minutes end, head expolde — Finish Him! |
| A heavy dose of D.O.D. |
| will relapse, rehab plenty comb |
| What goes around, comes around |
| You don’t need to give me props |
| I’m known around the globe around |
| This ain’t no beginners luck |
| The firefighter fightin' the fire with fire |
| Desire of a tiger, eye for an eye assiah |
| It’s the Rotten, Dope D.O.D. |
| for life |
| Rotten 24/7, the ambient, let’s get it |
| It’s eye for an eye til the day we die |
| So much dope it’s hard to come by |
| Rise the price see the golden sunshine |
| Fuck the bars man, they can flatline |
| and we’re out to get it |
| Run with the homies, stay athletic |
| Your style’s plastic, synthetic |
| Your card declined, no credit, pathetic |
| Up to the sky in the way we go |
| Connect the system and overflow |
| Used to be Dope kid, way too grown |
| Still we get stupid on the microphone |
| Well known, we stay persistent |
| Well gifted, end your existence |
| Ain’t no resistance, missed it |
| Gone in the distance, Rotten did it |
| You ain’t ready for apocalypse |
| Wrote it down but lost the script |
| The doomsday prepper who jumped the ship |
| No I live my life like this |
| We ride to die like terrorist |
| And lurk around your premises |
| Send some clear messages |
| That you can’t never mess with us |