Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fist Full , by - OpioRelease date: 21.02.2005
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fist Full , by - OpioFist Full |
| Pull over to the right I hear them sirens blarin |
| 50 flyin down the avenue like the Red Baron |
| Chasin after cousin in the white Xterra |
| He crashed into a semi, that jacknifed when he veered left |
| It appears the grim reaper at his doorstep |
| Then he looked me dead in my eyes and said «you're next» |
| Musta cut like a scalpel and forceps |
| The smell of brimstone in the air it was a warning |
| Never speak at a sucker with a weak bladder |
| Like they ain’t even real, I see past them weak bastards |
| Run for cover police blastin |
| Homies had to carry you out like he’s had it |
| Soft as bean salad, like you havin lunch |
| With Michael Jackson up in his psycho mansion |
| When the bible spin I’m fin' to begin, my final action |
| Then I find woman willin to sin, for my attraction |
| We the live brothers livin to win, we flyin past 'em |
| I’m Adam, first man, chillin with my fly madam |
| O-P-I-O, I see the psychopath |
| Actin black to anglo-saxon, we read 'em like Maxim |
| (Keep your eyes pealed) keep your boots laced |
| (Keep your mouth shut) fake niggas keep a new face |
| (Keep your fingers crossed) keep the pot boilin |
| (Keep the ball rollin) Hiero crew, yeah |
| I’m comin like a cup of dreal |
| I drop a C-note on the crap table, hit the hard ace |
| So easily you weak as a parakeet, knees in you petty |
| Smoke blowin like confetti, knock 'em out like Freddie Foxxx |
| It’s the green leaf, potent like Puerto Rican pussy |
| Can’t go more than a week, it might push me to the edge |
| Give me the brownie, or the cookie |
| Now the space dank, I’m no rookie |
| I got the seed in my fingernails and my follicles |
| Forensic science, like the finest desert weed heads |
| But I need bread, more head, it’s triangulation |
| My favorite station KHRO |
| We made our dough, independently, fuck the industry |
| We bang tremendously, slangin on the internet |
| We quick with the tongue like Felix Trinidad, with the knuckle sandwich |
| Why pick up a gun, just use your damn fists (like this) |
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