Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blunt Time, artist - RBX. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Blunt Time |
| Whose soul ever contest, DEAD! |
| In me ear Dre. |
| You hear me now? |
| DEAD! |
| (Blunt time-pull out your philly) |
| (Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) |
| Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong |
| Room for moving in, but that was on-ly mine |
| They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard |
| They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng |
| Knick-knack, paddy wack give a dog a bone |
| Long Beach City I wreck is my zone |
| I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone |
| You droop first blood, mother thought you was the lone |
| Fool now break for ya two |
| It’s called the ol’Rambo, catch ambush |
| I wish you wouldn’t moosh like ya wanna come push |
| I’ll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump |
| Long Beach City-firmly represented |
| Narrator X is representor |
| Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor |
| Freeze MCs, don't ent-or |
| I’ll take like Anne Arden’s new chips in wint-or |
| Or since I’m Sun I’ll melt the metaphor |
| The meatphors are meltin, style is beltin |
| I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin |
| Blunt time-pull out your philly |
| Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli |
| Dancin, puffin, sippin or set trippin |
| Dimes keep on flippin flippin |
| Dre’s bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat |
| X flex lyric they can’t come back |
| Fact: El-elevant, elegant and eloquent no shit |
| I boots hits, throw tantrums like Ella Fitz |
| Nah, the member X but you’ll remember X indeedy |
| Now remember don’t contest the (?Frex?) |
| Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss |
| I burn you like Backdrafter |
| After that you’ll get nothing from me but laughter |
| Similar to this, HA what’s the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics |
| Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it’s |
| Mighty Aftermath! |
| Once again. |
| can't hold us back |
| Refuse, refuse (DEAD!)you lose (DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed) |
| Attempts wiil be futile, it's way to brutal |
| Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X, tellin anyone who contest |
| The mighty Aftermath Posse (Who?Who?)DEAD! |
| (Murder!)Exclamation point! |
| (Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) |
| (Blunt time) Ha |
| (Blunt tiiiime) Mighty Aftermath to the 9−7 |
| (Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend) |
| (Roowl, IIIIIIII don’t wanna fight no more, no no, oooh) |
| (Blunt time, blunt time, blunt blunt, yep!) |