Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 11 O'Clock News, artist - Luniz. Album song The Lost Tapes 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Numworld Entertainment
Song language: English
11 O'Clock News |
11 o’clock News! |
(Live and direct! ??? area, they carry ya ??? and attack! |
When |
they bury ya they pissing on the side of your grave! |
No witnesses but a buckshot from the side of the gauge) |
11 o’clock News! |
(Live and direct! ??? area, they carry ya ??? and attack! |
When |
they bury ya they pissing on the side of your grave! |
No witnesses but a buckshot from the side of the gauge) |
11 o’clock News! |
«Watch you’re own back, son!» |
My Dad always told me. |
But that wasn’t in my mind, |
my electrical gate closing slowly! |
I was thinking about my pussy upstairs, |
waiting patiently, |
not knowing that there’s two niggas outside |
what takes case of me! |
Before I know it, |
the barrels facing me. |
I’m deadlocked, |
the pistol in my rear cage, |
niggas in the headlock! |
I kept the fuck quiet, |
so I could peep these niggas unidentified. |
It might ???, |
they might as be some friends of me! |
One shot to the cradle. |
My mind’s kinda wonderous! |
I been flossin’too much, |
It’s about time, |
I got some of this |
hardcore haterism! |
My time was up, |
when nigga called me by name I’m like: |
«What the fuck?» |
Stuck my head up, |
I heard a car in the garage |
and that’s when the whole fucking scene had a pause. |
I thank god, |
'cause ??? |
saved my fucking life, |
I caught eye contact, |
«Aw, shit! |
It’s my wife!» |
The nigga who had his hands free went straight for my honey, |
so I knew this robbery wasn’t for no motherfucking money! |
They took my pretty out in the car and put me in it! |
Drove off and that’s when I knew a nigga was finished! |
They put me in the trunk of my own ??? |
smashed ??? |
bumpin'. |
My girl screaming, |
I can’t do nothing! |
We drove for like 20 minutes |
and once we stopped |
they took me outta the trunk, |
by your own ass ??? |
and asked me: |
«Who could we call to get some cash? |
And if you don’t do it quick, |
then your punk ass won’t last!» |
I dialed 6−6-7−6-7−6-7−1-2−3-4−1-1−9-11, |
I got my ass whipped, |
while we was waiting for the call! |
Kicked at my head and stomped on my balls. |
I just couldn’t take no mo' |
and stopped moving |
I couldn’t feel nothing, |
my whole shit was ruined, |
they put in the back of the trunk, |
where I slept the whole day! |
'til I got enough strength to kick the seat away, |
drove myself home, |
laid out on the couch, |
drunk a whole fifth, |
a nigga passed out! |
11 o’clock News! |
(Live and direct! ??? area, they carry ya ??? and attack! |
When |
they bury ya they pissing on the side of your grave! |
No witnesses but a buckshot from the side of the gauge) |
11 o’clock News!!! |