Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Is Where The Fun Stops , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
This Is Where The Fun Stops |
| «You think you know who you fuckin' with now |
| Killa-killa Bill… ain’t nobody stoppin' this now» |
| «Now who want WHAT! |
| We got… ««Real deal hip-hop, even when my shit shot» |
| «You think you know who you fuckin' with now |
| Killa-killa Bill… ain’t nobody stoppin' this now» |
| «When you listen to my shit you don’t chew, you don’t breathe, |
| You don’t miss a fuckin' line» |
| Anotha fuckin' classic |
| I’m a animal, yeah a lot like a monkey |
| And my pride is too sick, dawg you not gon' junk me |
| And my squad is too thick, you not gon' jump me |
| I’ll knock you ova fuckin' wall like «humpty dumpty» |
| I’m the king of the castle, king of the battle |
| I’ll dumb out like king when you gamble |
| And I’m classic like LL’s kangol |
| Overseas runnin' the streets with Hell’s Angels |
| You at home, playin' with Wii |
| Nintendo, negro stop playin' with me |
| I am the best, c’mon say it with me |
| Fuck rappers, Reef is my favorite emcee, WORD! |
| I’m a own ya time, you’ll get stolen, stomped |
| You’se mama’s bul, your bitch still folds ya socks |
| You don’t want beef and I’m so shocked |
| My niggas can’t hold jobs they just know to hold glocks |
| It’s not my fault I spaz alot |
| What you expect, I came under Paz & Mach |
| Came from behind, Taji, Tareek and Koran |
| City of Philly, I am the evil of spine |
| Yeah, I’m Bad Newz |
| Especially when you see me with the white bul with tatoo will fuckin' smash you |
| It’s Lost Cauze illegal with the Snowgoons |
| You ain’t know I’ll be back bangin' two soul swords |
| Ayo 'This is Where the Fun Stops' |
| This is purple haze, rum drop |
| This is knife wounds and gun shots |
| This shit here is vulgar and trife |
| The words I write, the illest shit you heard in ya life |
| Well maybe not, but I’m crazy hot |
| And the world is mine, but the baby’s not |
| Always lightin' up drugs wyldin' in the club |
| I’m not grown and sexy, I’m childish and smuggs |
| Stay in ya lane stupid or drink rain fluid |
| Niggas in Philly tryin' to be the next Frank Lucas |
| We don’t talk out, I promise we bangin' thru it |
| And Crip is my Blood, but we ain’t no gang influenced |
| I’m in the Dodge with plan, tryin' to dodge the man |
| Tryin' to get rich what part of the plan |
| Don’t you comprehend, Einstein! |
| Don’t need to repeat, just say my name one time |
| And I will be there to spit your frame |
| I rock, use to lag mics, crystal cave |
| I’ll break ya arms, then start orderin' shots like… |
| Jägerbombs! |
| Jägerbombs! |
| Jägerbombs! |
| Jägerbombs! |
| «You think you know who you fuckin' with now |
| Killa-killa Bill… ain’t nobody stoppin' this now» |
| «Now who want WHAT! |
| We got… ««Real deal hip-hop, even when my shit shot» |
| «You think you know who you fuckin' with now |
| Killa-killa Bill… ain’t nobody stoppin' this now» |
| «When you listen to my shit you don’t chew, you don’t breathe, |
| You don’t miss a fuckin' line» |
| Yeah, Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze |
| We like 3−3 right now, battin' bout a 100 |
| You mothafuckaz suck |
| That’s why you can’t come ova here and record shit |
| Nobody wants you; |
| you don’t need to get a fuckin' passport |
| There’s no reason, ME? |
| I’m world wide bitch, I’m all ova this mothafucka |
| I might pop up in mothafuckin' Sweden one day and mothafuckin' UK the next |
| Germany, Switzerland, and then be back in Philly on the block like I ain’t got |
| shit |
| Cause you niggas will not rob me |
| Call me what you will, just don’t call me |
| And don’t call Stress neither |
| Yeah, all of a sudden right you got love for us now right? |
| Take a number, just not mine |
| Lost Cauze, I’ll see y’all in 08 |
| I’m learning German out this mothafucka |
| Know’I’m’sayin'? |
| I’m bilingual… one! |