Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Partnas Confused, artist - Masters Of IllusionDate of issue: 13.11.2000
Song language: English
Partnas Confused |
| «I'm so confused! |
| I don’t know what to do—I think I’m going insane!» |
| + (Kool Keith) |
| Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose) |
| Partners is soggy — they waterheads like Bobby |
| Partners is mildew — that’s right |
| Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose) |
| Partners is soggy — they waterheads like Bobby |
| Partners is mildew — that’s right |
| Rappers are weak they bullshit, talkin shit |
| They cadence is slow, them young kids are not equipped |
| Them handicapped raps get smacked back, in the wheelchair |
| Tuck in your anus piece, we catch crews with rectum grease |
| Hold down your fort, I’m veteran like Michael on the court |
| Baldhead swift slick make your wife wanna suck my dick |
| Rappers you know me, that keep it real shit is phony |
| No matter how much you smoke that weed, fuck with dust |
| I’m in yo' central, you drive fakin in the rental |
| Frontin yo' back out, I leave you with yo' wack ass out |
| Rhymin in Lees, with boots on and Dungarees |
| Hosin yo' sneakers, you smell like shit by the speakers |
| I’m speakin peakin doin it like a Puerto Rican |
| Executive master, work around your fat stomach |
| Exhale, expert, piss upon your Polo shirt |
| Combat comrade, take your fuckin blue doo rag |
| No wave, no black, you just waste a can of Nu Nile |
| You need to regroup, wipe your ass for the new style |
| Crews with tests, I’m old, y’all «Young & the Restless» |
| I’m here with Motion, y’all niggas rap in slow motion |
| Think you fast with thumbs stuck up in yo' tight ass |
| Niggas 4 cylinder, I’m V-12 and 101 |
| My actions killin y’all, I monkey bitch your hoe’s neck |
| She shows respect, she eats faggot both rap and coward |
| I smokes a zip, get them humans out the jungle fuck 'em |
| They not equipped for these monkeys caged, throwin shit |
| Elephant grip, I’m snatchin rappers on the ave by they ear |
| Like I’m they moms, rusty lip, just spittin horrible |
| I gives advice, President’s psychiatric worker |
| Clerical nurse, I bet your mother’s husband rocks a purse |
| Niggas confused, cause I got styles to choose |
| My style is to switches, to switch from bus stop to Rolls Royce |
| To mack to you bitches, switch from Rolls Royce to baseball bat |
| To smack up you snitches, switch from baseball bat to triple |
| niggas, white sheet, blood spot, backhandin yo' momma |
| That bitch was late on the payment, I got no time for the drama |
| Nigga take care of home |
| Grown man’s my style, my delivery serve |
| Small medium large to extra large to XXL |
| X-X-X-X-X-X to XXL |
| Smoke the XXL, live in XX hell |
| They think I’m extra excel, don’t fuck with light bulbs |
| With water valves we shock your ass well |
| I kick a Band-Aid for cuts |
| That’s right |
| Motion Man, Kool Keith |