Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say it Twice, artist - Slaine. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Say it Twice |
| Hey yo, I’m sitting in a kitchen and I’m pitching my plans |
| For anybody listening, what? |
| You ain’t listening, man? |
| fuck all the jewellery on their wrist or their hand |
| 'Cause I ain’t down for the glitz, bitch, I’m pissed at the glam |
| But I can capture a moment like a flick of the cam |
| High Planes Drifter with my dick in my hand |
| Walking six feet of sand, I’m talking whiskey and grams |
| I smile for your girl, that’s why the world is missing me, man |
| And imagine up in Heaven, Devil’s wishing me dead |
| Calling me evil, but this ain’t no publicity scam |
| All of the people saying that they wish that he’d scram |
| And stop acting like a rebel with a fist in each hand |
| Fuck it raw dog, giving me th itchiest pants |
| Go ahead and tell th label I’m no risky advance |
| Mr. Six-Figure when I mix liquor and I disfigure |
| Anybody talking shit saying «Who is this wigga?» |
| I mix drinks stiffer than Christopher Reeves |
| And get deep throat, make a bitch hiccup |
| Everybody put your hands up, this is a stick-up |
| Thick in the club, who is sicker than us? |
| They call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop |
| Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop |
| Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right |
| Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain’t gotta say it twice |
| Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop |
| Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop |
| Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right |
| Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain’t gotta say it twice |
| Order in the court |
| I don’t know why I fucking let you motherfuckers get to me, man |
| Order in the court |
| I don’t fucking like any one of you motherfuckers, man |
| Will the defendant please sit down |
| You motherfuckers are crawling my eardrums |
| Will the defendant please sit down |
| I hate every one of you, every one of you |
| So tell me how in the world I could be shit on now |
| There’s no stopping me, you could put the kid on trial |
| They heard me coming with the flavour, sick of bit-on styles |
| So get on the bus, but bitch, you’d better sit on down |
| I’m pitching fire at you, put your mitt on, pal |
| I’m lonelier than Saddam’s cell |
| Got a perch up in Heaven that I sit on well |
| Rapper, fuck a movie, hock a loogie, spit on Hell |
| Yeah, that’s my steez homie, this ain’t even nothing to me |
| I don’t even smoke crack, I’m just into puffing oolies |
| I ain’t gonna pull back with the DMS squad |
| We can spare a couple but we leave the fucking rest scarred |
| God bless God, I guess you never ever know |
| If your shit is hitting hard like you Sadaharu Oh |
| I could scare a scarecrow when I smoke a bag of 'dro |
| Coming out the underground and I’m dragging you below |
| It’s a catastrophe, yo, his agony is broke |
| Never lagging like the other ones who’s dragging feet in snow |
| And Germz hit me up with the banger beat I know |
| It’s like I’m on a corner pitching blow in six feet of snow |
| I got my pitching game right, so get my name right |
| This is a bad move, man, this is Slaine’s night |
| I maim mics, it’s like they think I ain’t right |
| Slaine 9/11 plane, man, you on the same flight |
| They call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop |
| Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop |
| Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right |
| Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain’t gotta say it twice |
| Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop |
| Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop |
| Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right |
| Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain’t gotta say it twice |