Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Metal Lungies , by - Ghostface Killah. Release date: 19.04.2004
Song language: English
Metal Lungies |
| World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere |
| World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere |
| What these clown niggaz hollerin'? |
| What they need to be hollerin', is «There go Theodore!» |
| Put the ball down, we can’t score |
| They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads |
| You see us comin'? |
| Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch |
| Crystal’Dana Dane’s wrapped around your neck |
| Lookin’rich, baow, you fucked up now |
| See my gun, nigga? |
| This baby got stuffed uptown |
| Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds |
| My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy |
| Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies |
| Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee |
| Didn’t mommy tell y’all niggaz to wear clean undies? |
| See y’all should of listened to her |
| She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accur |
| Please for Ms. Gale’s sake, and her seeds |
| Pass the flurry, ain’t fuckin’around, they knocked to her weave |
| Uh-oh… (word up) This still… (what you talkin’bout, baby?) |
| Real kids spit that shit. |
| Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, yo, yeah |
| Me and Starks clear projects parks |
| With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks |
| Niggaz think I’m lucky, bitches wanna fuck me And put me in the tub with them like I’m a rubber ducky |
| I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky |
| I remember faces easy as I tie my laces |
| Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin’braces |
| I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I’m old school like the Iron Monkey |
| My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin’donkey |
| I got heavy chrome, niggaz don’t care if you live to die |
| They happier than Marbury home |
| Ya’ll niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet |
| The hard shit you kickin’bout is on beat as Tweet |
| This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore |
| It’s son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like. |
| Yeah… nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface |
| I don’t sell millions but I get millions from the v’s who smoke base |
| Somebody leavin’out with a poked face |
| Tone, you burnin’to kick his teeth out, and sware don’t catch no case |
| I’mma make you look like you smoke taste, and we don’t leave no trace |
| These rap niggaz sware that they so safe |
| I don’t wanna talk to you holmes, I don’t communicate |
| My guns they in my hand, one in my palm |
| And I could dial your number, like a smile off the face |
| With the H.K. |
| 9, I’m the all black hummer |
| Metal lungies’ll spit the grungiest shit |
| Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip |
| Tell them rap niggaz to suck my dick, fuck the industry |
| And shift, shut down the store, bust my shit |
| I got some hustlin’ass niggaz that’ll pump my bricks |
| And some dust head niggaz that’ll dump my clips, what? |