Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hulk Hogan & Crack, artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Mickey MauSe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.02.2016
Record label: Museum Mick
Song language: English
Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| Do you feel that the public has insulted your art? |
| Uh, no |
| Why not? |
| Uh, well, I hadn’t thought about it |
| It doesn’t bother you at all then? |
| Uh, No |
| Well, do you think they’re showing a lack of appreciation for what pop art |
| means? |
| Uh, no |
| Andy, do you think that pop art has sorta reached the point where its becoming |
| repetitious now? |
| Uh, yes |
| Do you think it should break away from being pop art? |
| Uh, no |
| Are you just going to carry on? |
| Uh, yes |
| The 1st MauSe to write soundtracks for your eyes |
| Spray can on the ground, that’s my supply |
| From an era where you found crack all the time |
| Fiends gotta buy they child back for a dollar sign |
| Ha, They sold kids for a dope binge |
| Family tree branch broken, no timbs |
| Most men, made girls sell they own skin |
| I chose pens, a street artist who wrote gems |
| Gold rims on the 89 bm dub |
| A-Team on the screen, Mr. T was thug |
| 18 with a dream, no sleeping drug |
| Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya what I’m dreaming of |
| Gallery space |
| Walls get removed from the palette’s I make |
| Lost in a groove of reality, wait! |
| Its for ya eye balls |
| I’m from New york son, thought I remind yall |
| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| Hulk Hogan & Crack, Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| Hulk Hogan & Crack, Hulk Hogan & Crack |
| Polo got boosted out of every store |
| Train cars had a mural on every door |
| I had one rope chain I was very poor |
| But dudes in the dope game gave me many more |
| Guy named Mike Tyson gotta fast right |
| My cash tight, ducking guard with their flashlights |
| My tape popped in my walk-man, that’s twice |
| I seen a virgin last night, hit a glass pipe |
| (Shutters) |
| It took her brain off |
| Chopped the top of my can, had a spray off |
| Came off with my fire like I was laid off |
| Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya how I made off |
| Sneakers tied tight |
| Ink from the question mark dripped on my Nike’s |
| Security guards tried to stop my bike |
| No hope for em |
| Kicked his ass in his leg and I broke on em |
| I looked up to Dwight Gooden as a Mets fan |
| Parties at the Mudd Club was the best, man |
| Juan Dubose Dj’ing the best jams |
| I was telling Kenny Scharf bout my next plan |
| It was tighter than a Jake The Snake head lock |
| And I was higher than a Hulk Hogan leg drop |
| Catch me at the pop shop with the best top |
| Art is life, let the rest watch |
| MauSe |
| Once I left home, ya know, I started doing all that drinking and throwing |
| bottles and all that kinda stuff |
| Yea, And uh, And drawing on the streets? |
| Yea |
| For all my hulk-a-maniacs, that have stuck with me through the thick and thin, |
| trained, said their prayers and eat your vitamins, be a survivor man. |
| Don’t smoke its a joke! |