Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun Ho City, artist - J-Love. Album song The Originator, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: J Love Enterprise, Money Maker Entertainment
Song language: English
Gun Ho City |
I’m biggest lifetime combat |
When there’s beef with a don cat |
You rhyme with your peoples |
You get put up in they contract |
Two steps, rack a gat from the arm strap |
Whether it be face severs like a wombat |
NYPD |
Be careful where you place your palm at |
Rules to follow, a walking don like Diallo |
Body donated to science, lungs in a bottle |
Play and get laid flat as bums on a model |
No drive-by, connect your ear drum to the nozzle |
It’s gunplay all day, I fiddle with clips |
Spray shot in the middle with clicks |
Get your brains popped to Kibbles 'N Bits |
Halfway shots are riddle, the risk |
Ain’t no way pop griddle with this |
Don’t call it New York this is Gun Ho City! |
Leave your fuckin' head puffed up like Done Ho Diddy |
Shit back on your stomach like a fat ho’s titties |
Everything around me ugly, it ain’t no pretty |
Don’t pause the green if the slain thrown is iffy |
Cock back the thing, drop the frame in a jiffy |
Nigga titsy hoes in your bladder screen |
Up the risky |
Fuck a fort, nigga turn up the flames til it’s crispy |
The flames on the side of your rings like whips in the 50's |
Separate a nigga head from the frame like a mystic |
Don’t call it New York, this is Gun Ho City! |
(Laugh that sounds like Vincent Price) |
Don’t call it New York, this is Gun Ho City! |
Don’t call it New York, this is Gun Ho City! |
I walk in the room in the Dr. Doom costume |
I consume, the plot resumes |
Trust me you’re the abductee |
My trigger finger touchy |
Try me, see if you lucky |
Blam slam desplam motherfuckin' mayhem |
Stupid you can’t contain him cause you trained him |
Love the bad weather, freckle-faced lepers |
Can’t go outside, gotta stay together |
Lodge members don’t attempt to announce my name |
The brown sage one year away from my crown age |
Count the ways my sound waves been downplayed |
USA underground made, I live without fame |
Hard labor for the data reincarnator |
Rip your carborator out your car and chase ya, I hate cha |
I’m the Gun Ho city mayor |
Who’s in charge out here? |
Who’s the fuckface, huh? |
Bang on you, dunk-slam on you, Cani get on you |
Watch who you talk to, my manager warned you |
Violatin,' you rhyme weak you libate |
Put you behind the gate with the five-eight primate |
I improvise, explode, synthesize flows |
Like your favorite MC with the wide nose |
Command shell is a PSP hand held |
In real time speed I could read fan mail |
Rip the pound, blitz the town with a two or three round |
You’ll never want that to go down |
Spin around and shoot at you |
180 degree cupola, attacks to my van on Utica |
Next stop Gun Ho city, nigga shoot em up |
G Rap and Canibus PLOO 'em up |