Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gloczup, artist - Esham. Album song Tongues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Gloczup |
| Bitch it’s time to get paid |
| How paid? |
| Fuck a silly snitch |
| Smoke a motherfucker down |
| Smokin' on a Philly |
| Nigga say he gon' kill me |
| Oh really? |
| Is he? |
| Is he? |
| Is he? |
| Is he Crazy? |
| Fuckin' around with Rosemarys Baby |
| Maybe he just wanna die |
| Maybe he just wanna die |
| I be the one to bust shots |
| I be the one you fuck not |
| Plus got more raps than any rhymer on your roster |
| Fake ass Wigga! |
| You just an imposter |
| Gotsta bust ya down with the Gauge |
| As I read ya mind I flip the page |
| It’s a new day and age |
| 2000 A. D |
| Still they tryin' to play me like a dog wit Rabies |
| They say he’s crazy |
| Stay up out his way |
| Before he hits you wit the A-K spray |
| I see you like uh, C-B-S |
| We smoke the Ganj cuz we be stressed |
| Fuck with me and catch eternal rest |
| This is for my niggas in the low-low |
| On the dolo, stay away from the po-pos |
| I smoke a Pink Panther until I go doze |
| And after that I go powder my nose |
| When they be like «What up yo?» |
| I be like yo «Gloczup!» |
| When they hit me wit tha «Wassup?» |
| I’m like whut «Gloczup!» |
| All my life been gettin' Chedda' never put the chops up |
| Talk some shit about Detroit and thats how you get shot up |
| Beotch |
| Homocidal, Suicidal, my Recital |
| Enough to take any rapper out they Title |
| I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y |
| Toe tag to Body bag make ya momma cry |
| I fly high in the sky cookin' up a pie |
| Cross me starin' down the barell lookin' up at I |
| Never wonder about this life cuz we all gon' die |
| So I redrum murder without an alibi |
| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
| Quick to bust cuz it ain’t no fuckin' trust |
| And I must say kill a Gay Fag dissin' |
| Spittin' venom on my style you just a snake bitch hissin' |
| This and that grab the strap |
| Killin' spillin' ya blood all over ya raps |
| I’ll shoot Dice until his ass get craps |
| Plus I keep more Macs than fros got naps |
| Slap yo bitch on the ass |
| Mash on the gas |
| Burnin' rubber all up ya block takin' off fast |
| Carry a concealed weapon incase I gotta blast |
| In the broad daylight without a ski mask |
| I see you on the other side |
| I see you on the other side |
| I see you on the other side |
| I be the undisputed rhyme champion of the universe |
| I spit that Wicked shit my Acid Rap is much worse |
| This white boy named Eminem say he’s live like me |
| Talkin' about he from Detroit the East Side like me |
| Talkin' about he don’t spit Acid Rap but spit Acid like me |
| Bitch I’m a Nigga |
| And you a Honky |