Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rap Attack , by - EquiptoRelease date: 14.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rap Attack |
| I parlay everyday like Billy Ray Valentine |
| Baby can you handle mine |
| Strikin 4 late when I drive |
| Im like a barracuda Ruger when I do ya |
| Pursue her with maneuvers man its only done by troopers |
| The killer kinetic energetic you better get it |
| So duck real low when I spit the unleaded |
| The feisty Pisces icy like me |
| Killa whale male that rhyme so sheisty |
| Chrome wheel effect, just like an architect |
| Baby will you play when your shirt get wet |
| We lounge like blood hounds with a Doberman pincher style |
| Wait till the raps cock back and then POW |
| So OG like what happened to that |
| Retaliate with my rappin attack |
| Its the big game smoker face like playin poker |
| My man got this game organized like a broker |
| So proceed and lets quadruple four gs |
| Hold please dont interrupt me when I roll weed |
| Quick to put it down in towns that we visit |
| Explicit lifestyles that make em turn around |
| Recognize exquisite mouthpiece is vicious |
| Approach to this whole rap business |
| Fade like mixers and try to come anew like the Sixers |
| Capture the moment visual like pictures |
| Descriptive gamell make em all believe |
| Theres more to please overseas |
| And after these flip more and hit em hard with reason |
| And aint gonna hustle just to break even |
| And lately Im something like a baby thats teethin |
| Uncomfortable with the situation but its needed |
| Hey its me and dre comin through with the rap attacks |
| Smooth like E-Daddy rollin in a Cadillac |
| Hey its the five millimeter spitter on you like a transmitter |
| Gotta kick back with my live-ass cats of rap |
| I twirl around like a whirlwind |
| Writin with a pearl pen |
| Gotta have a eighth partna when I start swirlin |
| Lay it down like Vietnam |
| Something like a Vietcong when it comes to makin cash and blowin bomb |
| Do it like its Federal do it with a fetti style |
| Loaded like a gun until you hear a big POW |
| My raps straight attack ya |
| Fact is never get captured |
| The stature that slaps ya |
| Play it off with laughter |
| Lyrical work a lyrical master |
| I hasta strike faster than the average rapper |
| No got me trippin on the aftermath |
| And Nickatina had your boy signin autographs |
| Smokin a half and Im tryna get more scratch than rashes |
| Cut off suckelles attach the bashes |
| They on lock like latches leeches and bloodsuckers |
| Tryna take life from me you stupid motherfucker |
| I go about it so serious and so strict |
| Watch it see through who Im associatin with |
| I gotta represent cuz I know Ill never hear the end of it |
| Haters love to hate but somehow Ima benefit |
| Out of this limitless I indicate action |
| Interactin on the interstate rappin with a passion |
| They dont wanna see me with a pencil and an instrumental |
| Blazin like a Cajun on the streets when Im racin |
| Grip it like I meant it when I sent it to the bank |
| Spittin to my tigas with the cognac drinks |
| I eats on a big plate devilish mind state |
| The weight of my way yo increase the crime rate |
| With verses and vocals pieces of pronouns |
| Cock back the raps on that ass like POW |