Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Avalanche Warning, artist - Snowgoons. Album song Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Avalanche Warning |
What up Pace? |
Adlib |
Whats the deal Det? |
Waxwork |
Illegal |
Snowgoons what’s up? |
Nervous Wreck I see you |
Still Black Snow |
Pace Won |
You can’t stand up |
This the grill what up |
Get em Pace |
Lets get 'em in |
Girls are like little boys, I’m Micheal Jackson I touch em |
Guns are like flat tires to me I fricken' bust 'em |
I spit all that sick stuff to which your not accustomed |
Like bein' on beats is like R Kelly’s on percussion |
Killin' these tracks is like OJ on production |
And I thank Lauren and Cleff for my introduction |
To the same rap industry that secretly humbled me |
Sittin by the freaken' man keepin' her company |
It’s like, hip hop is George Bush now |
The irony of it all is holding me down |
It’s pays the rent pays the food |
Pays the cable and lights |
Keep me stable and tight, able to fight |
For my rights like the Beastie boys I’m not greasy |
Tryin' to be 3 DT’s on GP tryin' to freak these little girls |
I’m creepy but I ain’t that creepy I got one I’m easy |
Pass the flashlight it’s gonna be one of those black nights |
We steppin' on toes to give 'em some of the act right |
Snow storms comin' avalanche warning pullin' the plug |
You won’t make it to the morning |
You know them goons is here when the snow turns black |
You hear the echoes of the strings start haunting the track |
New jacks jump back like they war on the tat |
I connect like my forearms attached to an axe |
You ain’t gotta ask if that dudes bad ass |
Any sumo gon' get abused and thrashed |
You confused? |
oh that’s jus' the booze n hash |
That’s how I move it’s my fuel my gas (sniff) |
Fuck two puffs and pass I’ll take an ill to the face |
All that bullshit life crashed a party wit pace |
Full clip have you full fit all tense on your safe |
I’m too loose lipped _ scared of what I might say but hey… |
That dude don’t change I’m on the autobond wrong side switchin lanes |
When I step into the booth to pitch them flames |
I gotta send the snowgoons my wings to the cage |
Pass the flashlight it’s gonna be one of those black nights |
We steppin on toes to give em some of the act right |
A snow storms comin' avalanche warning pullin' the plug |
You won’t make it to the morning |
Half of these cats are tough like pac can’t walk that walk |
Runnin' when they hear me comin' down from like half a block |
I’ll make these bastards break up faster than the Chicken Pox |
Got em screaming like I’m in holocaust scream for the cops |
Gotta get these riches like two stepping |
From my fingers drinking inches |
I hate all these snitches producers act like bitches |
When they know they owe me that doe and I’m twice as hungry |
Get between me and the bread and I’ll eat you alive like lunchmeat |
Thinking that they can fuck me think not your not that lucky |
Know that they felt it without a helmet when I’m rougher than rugby |
Split 'em into sections do intersections dissect them |
I’m Nervous Wreck and I’m the reason that they carry protection |
You know a lot a dick heads around here they got that penis envy |
Forgive my enemies sometimes you gotta take out a friendly |
Stompin' a thousand deep like a centipede for centuries |
Here’s my legacy |
You get a diss counter then mention me |
Nervous Wreck |
Black Snow |