Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Further, artist - Madlib. Album song Madlib Medicine Show # 1: Before The Verdict, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2010
Record label: Now Again
Song language: English
Further |
Check it, yo |
Crooked corrupt criminal (Uh!) crime boss |
Thug nigga |
You know how we ride out |
Shelterin' Gs, eyes open |
Oh, you hard now? |
(Huh!) |
I laugh at that |
I must be on Punk’d, where Ashton at? |
(Huh?) |
Step up in the party with a plastic gat |
Glock that I carry for the grab n' snatch |
Shine like a gym, untied Timbs |
Bad bitch pullin' on my limbs (Yeah!) |
Tellin' all her friends «It's him!» |
(Yeah!) |
Feelin' like a Don (Yeah!) |
Grab her by the hand and get a quickie in the John (Yup) |
(What you seein' here is certified---) |
We raise hell and make bail |
And put illegal products on weight-scales (You know I---) |
Place a few phone calls and make sales |
I pray to God my lifestyle escapes Hell (Ni-gga) |
Stonefaced |
Runnin' my affairs at my own pace till my bankroll straight |
I want the motherfuckin' icing and the whole cake |
Just a crooked-ass nigga tryna' go straight |
Get ya pistols |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
Launch your missiles |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
Settle your issues |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
I got a feelin' somebody’s gonna die tonight |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
Get ya pistols |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
Launch your missiles |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
Settle your issues |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
I got a feelin' somebody’s gonna die tonight |
(Go, yeah! Go, yeah!) |
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
(Huh?) |
(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!) |
(Aaaaaaaah! Ha-ha-ha-ha!) |
You want lyrics? |
Try these fam |
You a joke like «Black man, White man and--- (Brrrrrrrr!) man» |
In fact you--- «White man and Chinese man» (I'm Chinese!) |
In fact you--- «White man and Chinese man» |
In fact you more like them «Knock-knock» shits |
Your Timbs '98, you’re not that sick |
Spit venom on the--- «Not that sick» |
Spit venom on the--- «Not that sick» |
You never wanted to work in a studio |
Why you wanna kick it? |
I don’t wanna hang out when I |
If I can’t kick it, I can’t kick it |
,, there’s life |