Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoroughbred, artist - Mountain BrothersDate of issue: 21.07.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thoroughbred |
| «Bringing damage to your borough be some brothers |
| From the East with the beats that be thorough» -- Posdnuos |
| Rhymes that be thorough, flows that be thorough |
| Shows that be thorough (Thoroughbred) |
| Kitty cats be jocking when they catch me in the hallways rocking |
| My tracks is like Jehovah’s Witnesses, always knocking |
| Just when you thought you had all forgotten |
| The album is dropping, stop all of your cock blocking |
| Chops and MB’s is hitting off the meters |
| I lace tracks with the strings from Run-DMC's addidas |
| Cooler than water ice from Rita’s |
| Your daughters fight to meet us |
| My rhythm has given hella divas the yellow fevers |
| You know the steez, chill like zero degrees |
| Folks notice me both locally and oversees |
| Girls with ovaries, be standing close to me, hopefully |
| Enter the Dragon, essentially bag them like they were groceries |
| Vocally ain’t nobody approaching me |
| Even supposedly, I’m talking globally bi-costally |
| You know the three Mountain Bros and we flow with ease |
| Leaving you holding these, impeach the president so you can vote for me |
| What? |
| When I school kids I’m cool and ruthless |
| Crews end up looking foolish and losing saying «I'm a quit music!» |
| I’m the type of cat with two chicks, with nice full lips |
| That like huge tits dipped in Cool Whip |
| When I’m spilling, women, find me appealing |
| If I had a dime for every time a lady caught feelings |
| That’s about a million, I’d a made a killing |
| Back in college, I majored in chilling |
| I’m only bugging, you know me, cousin |
| Your chance of beating me it’s really close to nothing |
| And your girl’s lonely, is she needing loving? |
| Check it out, I’ll bone her and you won’t even owe me nothing |
| Yeah I’m kinda shameless, that’s why I’m a crowd favorite |
| Girls misbehave with us, their fellas want to blame us |
| That’s the lamest, you can’t contain us |
| Brainless ignoraimous, don’t you know our name yet? |
| We’re the greatest, most entertaining-est |
| Mountain Brothers, world motherfucking famous, biiiitch! |
| The live shit we bless the nation, fly chicks are rest in place in |
| My custody for private investigation |
| You cry in lust to see the sky kid to test your patience |
| So why trust in me cause I spit these gestations |
| A thought, estimation’s an art, sensations get caught |
| Tangled in the brain I fought, wrangle with the pain and rap with clout |
| You pissy drunk on old fashioned |
| Reminisce yapping bout 50 trunks of cold cashin' |
| Ever since the Genesis the blackness, meanices attract this |
| My nemesis the wackness practice |
| Through the book of Revalations, it’s changed |
| We shoot the treble, bass, and midrange |
| And took the devil’s place and get strange |
| I’m only buggin', Chops quantitized the beats |
| Harmonize with freaks thats carmelized and sweet |
| We on a rise to meet all challengers |
| Wanna slide your feet off balances and beast the raw talented |