Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blast That!, artist - Nottz. Album song In My Mind - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Raw Koncept
Song language: English
Blast That! |
| Turn it up until your eardrums bust out |
| Act up and I’ma show you what it be 'bout |
| Niggas got plans of dancing, better re-route |
| Headbanger shit, we orangutans bitch |
| We don’t swing from no trees but we got the banana clip |
| The people overseas, yeah they fuck with the boy |
| Say the boy brings 'bout joy |
| He’s so special |
| Short bus special |
| Where my safety helmet at |
| Class A guitar, hear that banging in the back |
| (Damn he going crazy) |
| See that boy neck snap? |
| Back to the white meat, and doc can’t fix that |
| Needless to say I’m certified with the boom bap |
| Bump this in your stereo, pour it in your cereal |
| Early in the morning and you mad cause you know black |
| You motherfucker ain’t used to real rap |
| All my motherfuckers in the hood |
| Blast that shit |
| Po po they turn it down but you |
| Blast that shit |
| Real niggas know what it |
| Blast that shit |
| Blast that shit |
| Blast that shit |
| Blast that shit |
| Blast that shit |
| Oh it’s real hip hop you got to… |
| Blast that |
| Blast that |
| Yo and this is what y’all been waiting for |
| Black the antidote to catapult niggas out |
| Into a distance, animal cannibal, is this |
| Hannibal eat and I never been a fan of yo' |
| Shit when I got my nigga Nottz here |
| On the one, on the drum, kick, snare |
| Blown now I’m on in the business |
| Pistols, home of the Pistons |
| Out to Virginia |
| Back to the D where I was born and raised |
| Back to the beats on the stage |
| Wack niggas, R.I.P., piss on your grave |
| No love, was born to hate |
| Know you can’t believe |
| How we keep doing it |
| Produce like a beast |
| Boy, Rick Rubin shit |
| Watch how I maneuver shit |
| Spit Black spit that shit like manure gets |
| I be on the move |
| Slow down, slow down, let me catch the groove |
| Extra, extra, let me execute |
| X these niggas, show 'em the exit out |
| Make they baby mamas they ex’s |
| If I ain’t the best that means that I’m next bitch |
| Flows, affected |
| To the point where these niggas feel disrespected |
| Leave 'em on respirators, disconnected |
| Uh, disconnection |
| No contest, quit |
| Come on |
| Nigga where your cash at? |
| I don’t battle rap rap, I shoot niggas eyes out |
| I just cataract cats, roger that |
| Nottz where the bottle at? |
| (Nigga I don’t drink) |
| Okay then, I’ma honor that |
| Drink for you till I need you to think for me like an Almanac |
| Far as y’all Internet, in a nut, while you on the Internet |
| Bragging 'bout your intellect, I be fucking bad bitches |
| Dragging out they inner slut |
| In effect huh |
| Take a niggas past like an interception |
| D-Boys in here chilling |
| We tote things that’ll destroy buildings |
| We approach shit like, if you owe |
| We repo shit, we atrocious, we could throw fist |
| But we oppose this |
| When we mad tag toe tip animals bitch |