Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring the Goons Out, artist - GrafhAlbum song Risky Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Byrds Fly
Song language: English
Bring the Goons Out |
| Lotta Badman |
| Whole Lotta Murderers |
| Whole Lotta Bad Man |
| Whole Lotta Murderers |
| Whole Lotta Bad Man |
| Whole Lotta Murderers |
| Black Hand Renegades |
| We Ain’t Never Heard Of Ya |
| I said Where the cash at? |
| Where the cash at? |
| Cash rob another bank where the mask at? |
| Prince rob a dough boy where the stash at? |
| Ask a little model ho where the ass at? |
| My shooters ask where to shoot? |
| Where to blast at? |
| I pointed at ya crib click click clack clack |
| You not like me you a lab rat |
| A can of whoop ass trick you can have that |
| Brraattt! |
| Im from Jaimaica Queens where they sling that crack |
| Right in front of ya kids nigga bring that strap |
| Bring ya lame ass back you see niggas lookin fly |
| With Fur animal coats that look alive |
| Louie V Gucci T who am I? |
| I am your suicide super sized |
| I shoot the fifth iI shoot the five |
| Lemme see if you could survive (whats Up?) |
| Yeaaahhh now get up out ya seat this hi-hop |
| This white airs nah no flip flops |
| This back blocks hear them loud Glocks? |
| This Levis Nike boots hoodi socks |
| This Big chains this yankee hats |
| But we ain’t playin baseball with them wooden bats |
| This project buildins, this hood rats |
| This dope fiends, this Brooklyn Queens |
| This Yonkers Harlem this by any means |
| Don Gorilla the don don the bron bron |
| I Told you i murder whatever im on |
| This hoop di music this limo tinted |
| This two or three burners in a dirty rented |
| This brown liquor this ace of spades |
| This petron and pineapple my lemonade |
| This nobody safe here everyday they raid |
| Where the cash at? |
| Where the cash at? |
| You lookin at the future fuck where the past at? |
| Im lookin at yo peep ho where the class at? |
| We standing at yo momma crib where the grass at? |
| I drop one bomb where the grass at? |
| Where the trash can go? |
| where the trash at? |
| Hit’em with a oh! |
| Where the gangstas spit those hollows |
| They in the club with me with them big ol bottles |
| Big ol hammers with them big ol nozzles |
| Fuck a size one where my nigga big ol models? |
| With big ol asses the show dont stop |
| Oh no ya whole gangsta is photo shoped |
| Homo block doedoe so the poepoe watch |
| Doedoe i flood the hall to ya polo top |
| Logo black all iron and robocop |
| Or the 44 thatll blow a hole in ya top |