| What, yeah yeah
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| 1−9-9−9, the «Waterproof» nigga
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| Y’all little faggot ass niggas, you always gotta fuckin' comment
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| Y’all like little bitches
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| I’ma pull your skirt up, fo' sho
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| You ain’t got enough calcium to have a bone to pick wit' me Like a gracie I choke a nigga out wit' his own gi On me, fuck they whole batallion
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| I’ll chop ya head off and wear ya skull like sophmore medallions, papi
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| I’m the one wit da million dolla' smile and three dollars to my name
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| Puttin black eyes in the game like mascara
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| Diabetic MC’s must think shit is sweet
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| These venomous techniques, I leave heat
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| A nigga gots to have it in these streets
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| Bubble eyed G-S on they teams wit beats
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| Screamin, «I'll make ya famous,»
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| Write my rhymes in alien and battle niggas in sign language
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| Cowards make a little cheese then enlarge
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| Artificially, like Pamela Anderson Lee’s double D’s, please
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| I’m bangin from Belize to Tel Aviv on the Red Sea
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| Racin' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski’s
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| Walk holdin' my nuts, I don’t give a fuck
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| Spit some shit so nasty it’ll make Lil' Kim blush
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| Nigga, rasasanation’s the name
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| I’ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain
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| See that’s wussup, only I don’t give a fuck
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| Spit some shit so nasty it’ll make lil' Kim blush
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| Nigga, rasasanation is the name
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| I’ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain
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| Stay pussy as a pantha, puffin' a hav-a-tampa
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| Askin rappers, «What do you call a million rabbits
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| Walkin' backwards?» |
| (backround) A recedin' hairline
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| You shouldn’t be nervous though, cuz if I blow
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| I’ma buy ya record contrac, neva shoot a video
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| But realy though, is ya nice without rent-a-cars and hype? |
| (nope)
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| While me and my 12 homies, sip wine like Jesus Christ
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| Wit' super models bitin' on my ears like Mike Tyson on Fight night (Sho' ya right)
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| The dumb and dumber, my cats pack thunder
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| And I got mo' wraps than Mumra, mean green
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| Like that super hero with the lantern and ring
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| Then watch bootleg cable on a 60 inch screen
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| Champagne, greens, in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V.D.'s
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| See me easily givin' fools the finger like E. T We be rougher than callous (y'all faggots)
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| Sing a love ballad, then toss each other’s salad
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| Now welcome to the terrordome (fuckin maricones)
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| Hoes in the ozone, cell phones and clones it’s on Busta Rhymes said, «There's only 2 years left»
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| So nowadays I’m playin' russian roulette wit' a tech (ha)
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| Ghetto holocaust survivor, everyday
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| From the S. S stormtroopin P.D. |
| in L. A Tellin me bein' black on Saturday night is a felony
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| If ya name ain’t Michael Jordan or Bill Bellamy, you ass out (mash out)
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| Cause a lot of white people is racist that’s why I’m
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| Bustin' nuts in their teenage daughters faces, Homie
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| Cuz when it rains it pours, Got me wearin a six foot
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| Condom, screamin' «FUCK DA WORLD»
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| Makin' butterfly-ass niggas commit insecticide
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| Half god — 50% zilla — illa — my alphabet slitha across
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| Ouiji boards from the philla-gilla
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| Have dead niggas dancin around they graves like Thriller
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| Yeah, what, the «Waterproof», Stu’B’Doo on the track
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| Rhettmatic Beat Junkies on the scratch
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| Listen, all y’all niggas be having too much to say man
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| Y’all niggas can eat a fat big dick
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| If you’re pissed off you dying with your dick in your hand, guaranteed
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| All y’all bitch ass niggas
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| Trying to play me on the Liberaci Versace tip
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| I’ma catch you outside your mansion with a big four fifth
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| Rasassination |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rasassination , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Rasassination (The End), in the genre Поп