Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kilt It , by - PackFM. Song from the album whutduzFMstand4?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.09.2006
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Kilt It |
| Put your fist up, swing around left-to-right |
| I ain’t talkin bout a show, this a mothafuckin' fight |
| Fuck yo kicks up, put ya shoe through his eye |
| If the nigga gets up, then you ain’t do it right |
| I rap like a nigga, you rhyme like a bitch |
| Son’s actin up, go find me a switch |
| Got my mind in a ditch, keep ya eye on the kid |
| Five nine, buck fo' five, grimy as shit |
| I’m what’s really hood in Brooklyn, and hella poppin out in Compton |
| Call me FMak, a.k.a. Somebody Stop Him |
| Got security stompin at every show I’m rockin |
| Crowd response is «son, he kilt it» like a Scottsman |
| A force to be beat, can’t be done, knock you off ya feet |
| King of the Hill, you live across the street from Dawson’s Creek |
| So make ya’self at home, Why?, cause you finna drop |
| In a coffin with locks filled with four cinder blocks |
| When my crew’s in the house, we abusin' ya spouse |
| She thought I was Paul Wall, I put my jewels in her mouth |
| Move-em-in, Move-em-out, raw hide mothafucka |
| Quick to the draw, if you ain’t raw, Hide Mothafuckaaaa! |