Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brujeria, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song A Brand You Can Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.07.2009
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Brujeria |
| Takin’the muthafuckin hip-hop game over |
| Punchin’em in the eye, yeah |
| Get’n High, cmon, yeah |
| If you ain’t know 'homes, then it might go down |
| La coka nostra, now you in the psycho realm |
| FBI got files on the microfilm |
| We got kids on our dick like a Michael film |
| No wonderland ranch, or a runnin man jam |
| Just a hundred man camp, g-g-gun n Blam Blam! |
| F-F-Fun to scam man, with a ton a damn plants |
| To get the money and scram with a gun in my pants |
| This is the pain, cut like incisions with blades |
| Spoke to the Devil yesterday, he put some shit in my brain |
| Twisted with Slaine, Manitoba sniffin the caine |
| '86, take Jordans off of kids on the train |
| I spit flames, spit fireballs, wire jaws |
| My mindstate hack through firewalls |
| We causing the riot y’all |
| We them white boys always down to fight and brawl |
| Malcolm X out the window, make the rifles talk |
| Yo I’m mad obnoxious and I’m kinda rude |
| Got a pocket full of money, need some stripper food |
| Got an airplane ticket and a new suitcase |
| Got a boxcutter tucked underneath my shoelace |
| Got my nuts up and my passport ready |
| Let’s hit the fucking bar and see some titties already |
| Puff an Alvarado, pull over by the wall |
| I’mma jump out the cab and cop this eight ball |
| Le vendÃpolvo a los güeros, |
| Están locos los cabrónes, son los más cocodrilos del ghetto, (What'd he say?) |
| Serio pedo con el clavo de yayo, gringo periquero con el chavo primero. |
| (What the fuck is he talking about?) |
| Dicen que se llama la Coka Nostra, saco un ocho, luego piden otra bolsa |
| Le pone a esa madre hasta que el vato choca. |
| Surtiendoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie. |
| Dudes are fuckin crazy, Im freakin, lets vanish |
| I don’t even know if what hes speakin is Spanish, |
| Puerto rican, Japanese, Korean or Hatian |
| We stick out like a sore thumb, being caucasian |
| Chill the fuck out Slaine (Who's in the Lincoln?) |
| You’re coked out your face, and the booze that yer drinkin, |
| Is makin you P noid, Confusion your thinkin |
| Chill out in front of Everlast, You’re just gonna jinx him |
| Ey Yo, I can hear you dudes runnin yer mouth, |
| I got some cokehead bitches naked up at the house, |
| We can feed em all yay and bust nuts in they mouths, |
| But Im Takin the Dime! |
| I’ll fuck the duck on the couch! |
| Yo, Whats your name anyways? |
| Britney? |
| Didn’t you used to work over at centerfolds- |
| They fired you cuz you were too fat? |
| That’s fucked up, You look skinny to me |
| You like that coke- You like doin’coke though right? |
| I can get you a job somewheres else, |
| Show me your titties. |
| Le vendÃpolvo a los güeros, |
| Están locos los cabrónes, son los más cocodrilos del ghetto, (What'd he say?) |
| Serio pedo con el clavo de yeyo, |
| Gringo periquero con el chavo primero. |
| (What the fuck is he talking about?) |
| Dicen que se llama la Coka Nostra, |
| Saco un ocho, luego piden otra bolsa (You heard that?) |
| Le pone a esa madre hasta que el vato choca. |
| Surtiendoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie. |
| (What the fuck is he talkin about?) |