Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Busty Women, artist - Serengeti. Album song Dirty Flamingo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: F5
Song language: English
Busty Women |
| I eat corn flakes with milk and toast |
| And travel coast to coast |
| On the back of pigeons |
| Subscription to the fiction called rap |
| the darkest web of American |
| Like we the opium |
| Like Ed Allen Poe |
| I gotta swim when the tide is low |
| So all the can show |
| You know the busty women |
| I keep my lyrics blending |
| With the Maseratis |
| I’m praying mantis with no leads |
| My science project collect leaves |
| Like the token |
| My ninja wooden bokken was big |
| Got tooken by the cops |
| Because I accidentally knocked some kid |
| Yo when you switch like a company’s pitch |
| To influence the African Americans |
| In the greatest land |
| Full of bribes and tide changes |
| With the television |
| I use my spectre vision |
| Update my rap edition |
| With it as smooth as yoghurt |
| I’m doing yoga right outside Cordoba |
| I’m taking over |
| This |
| So overlord I’m ready |
| Yo make my head real big |
| And put me on a statue |
| And put a shark’s fin on my dome |
| And make me fly instead |
| And I can fight gorillas |
| Yo, honour me with a sculpture on a pillar |
| Make my grill real big and make my nose… |
| Make me switch colours when I switch my mood |
| Rude boy like buttons and purple Prince coats |
| Gloat like ordinary MCs |
| Thugs grandmothers |
| And don’t support |
| Now that’s honour |
| That’s karma to paint the town paisley |
| I wanted babies |
| Make America less savoury |
| Enough tripping |
| I’m dipping through a bag of |
| With my fishing pole |
| Drinking bush |
| Operation get kush |
| Doing this I was pushed |
| I’d rather be a ordinary |
| On a team member |
| My vacation in December |
| And win a blender for my impressive sales |
| Sing that song |
| Makes the vultures swarm |
| Go to sleep like lukewarm milk and bunkbeds |
| Spread love like John Lennon said |
| I carry red balloons |
| Live in a small room full of knick-knacks |
| And mad hats to cover my identity |
| Double indemnity |
| No remedy |
| Ain’t no rules in rap that could combat this |
| Colours like tricks mixed in this braggado |
| Crucial |
| Rap star on the earth |
| Broken bottles on 91st |
| Peace to |
| The fire smoulders so I can’t get older |
| I’m pulling over |
| Be on the bus dreaming about London |
| Forget about the dungeon |
| A dog’s breath is funky |
| I like my grits chunky with sauce |
| like the Germans |
| I’m gonna get those bourbons |
| Face the wall like Blair Witch |
| What a son of a gun |
| This rapping has me |
| Who under the damn sun |
| Every day, every |
| Yo, number, number one |