Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dungeon, artist - Gudda Gudda. Album song Guddaville (Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.11.2009
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
The Dungeon |
| Lil’Twist a monster, now watch me get 'em |
| Why they try my flows on when they can’t fit 'em |
| Got my shoes from overseas, when they can’t get 'em |
| These young rappers like toddlers, watch me babysit 'em |
| It’s Mr. Twizzy F., and I’m right here |
| Draped in right gear, this is Young Money, yeah |
| I got these rapers scared of me, I’m the right fear |
| Now their girls asking for me, tell they girls I’m right here (like) |
| Why, kuz I’m a Young Money youngin' |
| Name one way’s that Young Money’s not runnin' |
| Ha, and we the shh, no plungin' |
| And I came to welcome y’all to Young Money’s Dungeon |
| Verse 2(Tyga) |
| Raagh |
| Turn your face off when you fuckin' look at muah |
| Send that Ray Charles to ya, make your vision fall |
| Hell calls, kuz y’all niggas ain’t trustin' the god |
| Put arrows on ya head, no water dog |
| I’m a cough, spittin' god when Young Money bomb |
| Fuck your walls, bitch I’m raw with this condom on |
| Ready, get set, get marks, pistol drawn |
| Start the red liner, log, fire on |
| Picture me pawn, knockin' brochures door-to-door |
| I live on the floor, outside, you couldn’t see the floor |
| At this elevation, elevator, reach the lord |
| Verse 3(Jae Millz) |
| Huge appetite (yes) fuck a half a bite |
| I need that whole pie, dough, and cheese but you could have a slice |
| Nigga, I shut the stage down and smash the mic |
| Plus I kill after parties, I call 'em after lifes |
| To the rap game, Millz don’t make classics |
| And I don’t write songs, bitch, I create caskets |
| Who want a dirtnap (who) your grim reaper is here |
| I compose funerals for you niggas careers |
| Y-your girl said my third leg was super long |
| She gotta lift weights with her tongue, her mouth super strong |
| Heatin' pad jaws, her mouth super warm |
| But right after I’m skatin' like I’m boardin' with some supers on |
| Verse 4(Gudda Gudda) |
| Ugh |
| Semi-automatic arsenal |
| Will slaughter you and turn every part of you to particles |
| Pain is what I ordered you, run is what you oughta do |
| I tear the house down, evict niggas like the mortgage do |
| You niggas gon' bother who, I come from the hardest zoo |
| New Orleans, Murder Capital, that’s where a heart is grew |
| Yeah, I beat the track like a mad man |
| Kuz these niggas is garbage, put these niggas in a trashcan |
| I’m the one-man band and I’m marching while I’m laughin' |
| Drag these bitches off my stage kuz yes, I am the Sandman |
| Gudda Gudda, chain got boo-koo colors like Toucan Sam |
| Reach and you will be an amputee, cut off yo' damn hand |