Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Groove, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Da Roach, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Groove |
Ha man, Redman fool |
D.o.D nigga |
(Yo |
Uh huh, uh huh,) |
Yeah! |
(Word, God damn it Maztek |
You killing them again son, uh |
Yo im gonna let this one roll,) |
OWW! |
(yo uh huh uh huh yo skits vicious |
Yo yo) |
Let`s go let`s go |
I don`t care where you`re coming from (Hell No!) |
I spit ninja stars straight popping through your bubblegum |
Double trouble, double gun time splitters |
Never subtle the vibe gives spines shivers |
House of rhyme mirrors you in a maze lost |
A cage fight is how we face off |
Get the fuck up, Simon says get the fuck up (Get the fuck up!) |
Funk Doc, D.O.D., dumb fucks get chopped up,(yes!) |
Locked up with the mug shot |
Bite my shit and watch how your tongue rots |
You ain’t close to us by a long shot |
You a joke so this is where the fun stops |
Nun chucks and shuriken blades |
This shit turns most made men to maids |
They follow orders I make them surrender |
Hit yo ass up from the bottom when you enter |
Now (Groove), MC`s ain`t got no guts but |
(We Do) so just turn the volume up and |
(Groove) if you ain`t got the urge to bust well |
(We do) so just turn the volume up just |
(Groove) the scene ain`t got no guts well |
(We Do) so just turn the volume up and |
(Groove)if you ain`t got the urge to burst well |
(We Do) just turn the volume up just (Groove) |
Oh My god homie I’m the shit I got flies on me |
Feel like F.B.I.`s eyes on me |
But I don`t sell crack, I sell real rap |
The fans tired yelling out ``Where the skills at`` |
I`ll show you I got them, Doc from rock bottom |
Dog`s a rottweiler, lock me in asylum |
The local hero hanging with the weirdo`s |
Heat like Pacino killing De Niro |
My Dre beats rocking, women is E popping |
I get them off like they meeting a new cochrane |
Yeah your boy heavy I been food shopping |
I eat the track shit it out then you drop it |
I got no manners brave like Atlanta |
I gotta D.O.D. |
banner and a head cannon |
And if you fucks wanna know where your man landing |
I gotta party going on in the Grand Canyon |
Nigga |
Niggas make fake shit, ya cake bitch tasteless |
I`m impatient I just take shit rapist |
Bates Shit, hit a bitch in the braces |
And paint faces, when i`m locked in my basement |
It`s basically based on that one night I spaced |
In a rage, I split a bitch face on the pavement |
I`m satan, the god of the game you be playing |
And i`m praised in 88 ways in 8 great nations |
A mason, displaying the ways of the ancients |
They gave me the gift now i`m blazing like Cajun |
You must be mistaken, thinking that i`m Freddy but i`m Jay-son |
Creating a patient amazing, I`m just saying |
I`ll be spraying like a Super saiyan |
Human torch, my whole crew is flaming |
Jay Piven, I’m the best damn movie agent |
The multi made it, and I wrap it up by saying |
Groove |