Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Football, artist - Natas. Album song WicketWorldWide.COM, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Football |
| Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns |
| I’m the one callin’plays, hush your tongues |
| Must you come to us to put you down thunderous |
| 3 niggaz with mics, comin’like there’s round a hundred of us Comin’like some out the jungle motherfuckers |
| Some niggaz come up on the suckers and suckers go to the gutter |
| What you livin’for? |
| You ready to ride to the end of the road |
| And get wicked for show let me know when you’re visit to go Here’s the info, peep the game play now feel the tempo |
| Now can you smoke on this while takin’it in slow |
| I’ll rot you with the proper procedure |
| Runnin’through this game without a breather, wide receiver |
| Tryin’to come up on 7, figures that is The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is This has been a demonstration for Natas |
| Standing like a monument until the nation proper celebration |
| We gonna toast to we the champions |
| For now every fuckin’murder rider needs an anthem |
| Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin' |
| Oh my God |
| (Esham) |
| I’ma hike it, whether you like it or not |
| Don’t get excited, I’m here to ingnite your bloodclot |
| The blazin’hot, knockin’out your spot |
| Forget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the fuckin’rock |
| I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain’t mumble |
| And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle |
| Touchdown in your zone, this you can’t believe |
| Connection, interception, I wide receive |
| My style blitz your whole play when I slide |
| Offsides, soft hides, make for more murder rides |
| Runnin’deprieving make for dead presidents |
| Never hesistant when I’m servin’you this medicine |
| Straight tackling the ones that won’t better sen |
| Detroit, Michigan’s best defensemen |
| (CHROUS) |
| (TNT) |
| 4th down and 10 to go |
| I throw the bomb, yo TNT’s in the game |
| All niggaz know my name |
| N-A-T-A-S never drop a glock, pop a clock |
| Stoppin’no rest needed, I stay weeded |
| Situations heeded |
| I throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who oppose |
| Niggaz try to read me get they book closed |
| In the story niggaz get killed on the battlefield |
| Talkin’murder shit not doin’what they say they will |
| (Mastamind) |
| Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to that |
| Perhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your laps |
| About the punter heard out, put ya through a work out |
| Natas the first stop you take, put the red alert out |
| Do anything to put the word out, make you the sacrifice |
| The game is getting stormed at night |
| 'Cause God gonna get black tonight |