Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Earrings Off, artist - Marco Polo. Album song PA2: The Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Soulspazm
Song language: English
Earrings Off |
See, cute time is over |
I’m about to roll up my sleeves on these bitches |
I’m about to take my earrings off |
Don’t make me take my earrings off |
Throw my hair back real quick |
Throw my Chucks on |
Quit playing with these motherfuckers |
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle shit |
Scream lady with no muzzle shit |
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with |
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles shit |
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle shit |
Shanks and hammers, now wait for the cameras |
Waste a lone gangsta, don’t need no bandannas |
Rhyme hard but those darts even harder |
Y’all talking about murders, but all I see is martyrs |
One, three, go—watch me blow |
Right past these niggas and these knock-kneed hoes |
I ain’t really need for the small talk, y’all walk that a way |
Baby don’t cry, |
See I don’t want to have to get indignant |
Hollywood to Miss Urban in a minute, Nicole Kidman |
No smidgen of upbringin', fuck swingin' |
Guns by the waist, I’mma punch ‘em in the face |
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle shit |
Scream lady with no muzzle shit |
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with |
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles shit |
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle shit |
This vaseline-on-the-face type music |
This badda-bing-in-your-face type music |
Y’all don’t want it with them born-again hooligans |
Type of bitch that stab your ass with a pen |
No metaphysical, more like mega-physical |
Too deep in this piece to let a typical |
Bum trick try to score one, I implore one |
A rain dance, but it won’t be a George one |
A rated-R, be a violence-and-gore one |
A Pharaohe-Monch-now-we-callin'-it-war one |
Get-trampled-before-they-get-out-the-door one |
Then I’m goin' on a tour (One!) |
January, February, March, April, dag |
Some saying that I’m too hard, I think they just |
(Hey! Not supposed to say that word!) |
Too late—all these rappin'-ass faggots getting punched in the face |
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle shit |
Scream lady with no muzzle shit |
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with |
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles shit |
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle shit |
I smell a rumble, welcome to the jungle |
Don’t be a smart-ass, cats be disgruntled |
Won’t be satisfied till one of us son you |
Russian mafia-style punk, do svidan-you |
Always been a little loud mouth foul mouth |
Third round, they already got the towel out |
I pow-wow with skateboarders and |
Shits and giggles, all y’all do is take orders |
Huh! |
I play it under with abused bitches |
You only here for my amuse, bitches |
Give it your best shot, I take two of y’all |
You probably have better luck with a voodoo doll |
Look, not the hands, nope not the rhymes |
Never get beatdowns ‘cept when I box with my mom |
You’re cool, I’m cool, hey chick, choose your fate |
We can have play dates or get punched in the face |
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle shit |
Scream lady with no muzzle shit |
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with |
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles shit |
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle shit |