Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Doubt , by - Heather b. Song from the album Takin Mine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
No Doubt |
| Listen to me get busy on this track, big shots to Kenny Parker |
| It sparked ya, marked ya, son, you’se marked for death |
| You gots to be more Man than Meth to fuck with Heath- |
| Er B, be breakin down styles quite simply |
| You’re causin me, hold up, wait, bitches is forcin me |
| To show that I’m the ruggeder, I keep 'em turnin yellower |
| See me, say to yourself, «I can’t fuck with her» |
| My rowdy nuccas got all things covered, what! |
| Pick that time and that spot and we’ll meet up |
| I’m leavin bitches beat up, tell yo nucca roll his weed up |
| Cause I’m yankin all you ass-stankin shorties |
| By yo teeth, so keep yo comments brief |
| The Lord-have-mercy's and the Oh-my-god's, plus the Please’s |
| You’ll be sayin to your Jesus when my rhyme style releases |
| So trick or lick a dick up, go find some fuckin work |
| Cause the only thing you gon' get around here is hurt |
| No doubt (No doubt) |
| (I fuck around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls |
| Y’all remember 'Um Tang, Um Tang'? |
| Well now nuccas holler 'Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!' |
| This be a Jersey thang-thang, nothin but street slang |
| Nothin but blunts hang from the lips of this lyricist |
| You try and diss, it’s a mistake but I’ll excuse you |
| Lose you, defuse you if you claim to be the bomb |
| Y’all corny mothereffers and y’all slick-talkin heffers |
| Y’all uppers and your lower lips need sewin together |
| Y’all talk more shit than Al Sharpton when the mic on |
| In person you’se a bitch with tight white panties on |
| Bitch-ass, trick-ass, you can’t rhyme |
| Prepared me for take-off, I’m leavin niggas flatlined |
| (*flatline*) |
| I came with that eenie-meenie-minie-moe |
| And caught a sleepin rapper by the toe |
| I’m undisguised, you recognize me |
| In the black jacket and boots made by Polo |
| A sister that be rockin solo |
| Over Thorough-Ass Bo, Tone flows with the two followed by three zeros |
| In 2000 I ain’t checkin for no heroes |
| I just wanna sit back and count mad dinero |
| And have the CREAM comin from my rear, yo |
| I speak crystal-clear, so I know that you heard me |
| Heather B be the one hollerin 'Jersey!' |
| Chilltown up in this piece |
| And the Coast be the motherfuckin East |
| No doubt (No doubt) |
| (I fuck around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls |
| I wanna be more Illmatic than Nas |
| And have bitches breakin and 19in and maydayin like Das |
| EFX, I set, then set off, then re-set |
| Your whole sound set, your rhyme cipher or your blunt set |
| Shit, why you stressin me, ock, what I do to you? |
| Nothin gon' stop the rowdy type from puttin tools to you |
| Baggy Guess wear his ass tear us by the frame |
| Gettin ass to ass and smokin ganja by the basket |
| Rowdy bastards, we better batter up |
| It’s time to leave more bodies splattered up |
| Let’s gather up, round up |
| Grab a Phillie and a touch of the invincible wideout |
| We gon' burn on three different crews, from three different hoods |
| I don’t know who lied and told you it was all good |
| Not around here and that’s word |
| Leavin teeth on the corner and ass on the curb |
| No doubt (No doubt) |
| (I fuck around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls |