Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Figaro , by - Madvillain. Song from the album Madvillainy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Figaro |
| The rest is empty with no brain, but the clever nerd |
| The best MC with no chain ya ever heard |
| Take it from the TEC-9 holder |
| They’ve bit but don’t know their neck shine from Shinola |
| Everything that glitters ain’t fishscale |
| Lemme think, don’t let her faint get Ishmael |
| A shot of Jack got her back it’s not an act stack |
| Forgot about the cackalack, holla back; |
| clack-clack, blocka |
| Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart-toppa |
| Start-shit stoppa, be a smart shoppa |
| Shot-a-Cop day around the way 'bout to stay |
| But who’d a know there’s two mo' that wonder where the shooter go |
| 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em |
| Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em |
| Let the rhythm hit 'em, it’s stronger in the other voice |
| We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist |
| Man, please, the stage is made of panties |
| From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies |
| Ban me the dough rake, daddy |
| The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake |
| For fake, if he was Anita Baker’s man |
| He’d take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand |
| On some ol' thank ya ma’am an' ghost her |
| She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster |
| A whole host of roller coaster riders |
| Not enough tracks (is it?) |
| Hot enough black (for ya) |
| It’s too hot to handle, you got blue sandals |
| Who shot ya? |
| Ooh got you new spots to vandal? |
| Do not stand still, boast yo' skills |
| Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills |
| Coast to coast Joe Shmoe’s flows ill, go chill |
| Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills |
| Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat |
| Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet |
| Told ya, on some get-rich shit |
| As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit |
| This is it, make no mistakes |
| Where my nigga go? |
| Figaro, Figaro |
| O’s beats and my rhymes attack |
| A scary act |
| All black like Ms. Mary Mack |
| Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano |
| DOOM sings soprano, like, «Una, duociano» |
| My momma told me |
| Blast 'em and pass her her glass of Ol' E |
| Not to be troublesome |
| But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum |
| No stick of bubble gum |
| I like ice cream |
| We could skip the weddin' |
| Have a nice dream |
| She only let him stick the head in |