| Da ReXxX
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| Snowgoons
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| Sweetenberg
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| Well ride
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| It is what is, dawg
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| Turn around land
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| (Over here!)
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| To east river
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| (Over here!)
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| Get the stage.
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| It is what is!
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| I spit fire when I jump in the booth
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| Straight arsonist, I’m highly marketed to the underground, it’s targeted
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| Rhymes get better with time, I put my heart in it
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| Don’t swine when I dine but this microphone I’m hogging it
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| Twenty-two days on the road, lifestyle out of control
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| Like a baker I’m getting this dough
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| Another country, another hole, more drama
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| In the hotel killing that Bush like Osama
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| Punch and the Snowgoons, we keep the crowd moving
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| The hottest, we not losing, we don’t give a bumsen
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| Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding
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| Your rap career’s the reason the rap game’s dying
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| Don’t knock brothers, we hustle with block huggers
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| My niggas coming for that head like a cocksucker
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| All wack ass rappers we straight riding
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| Go against the Road Warriors and you’re dying
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| Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
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| Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
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| We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you
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| We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
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| Yo Sadat X, me and Berg connect
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| The Goonsnow and balloons the flow come at your neck most direct
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| A major problem that your department cannot correct
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| You’re sick as heck, the black David Berkowitz
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| I roam the set, comb the stretch for known threats
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| Uphold the rep, the chosen vets compose a sketch for swollen checks yes
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| Sittng in your rap inside a folder on my desk
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| So you best, the pony express?
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| It’s wordless so each word is curved liked an S
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| Get strangled till your last word float off your last breath
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| You’re lower than earthworms come out of dead flesh
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| At the venue extra fresh on the? |
| signing breasts
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| Every ghetto, every city, every borough, every hood
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| It’s all just unwritten, everybody understood
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| And think you’re sweet if you can like Little Engine That Could
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| Hit the road and flood the engine Warriors hey yo what’s good
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| Splash fest, splash on her chest, stain up her yes
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| The cowboy range is the world
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| Get drunk, see Earl
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| Mom you not safe, blow the whole eighth, Sadat flossing
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| One to the nozzle, cash rule everything around me
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| Dude wanna pound me, these faggots are (?) y’all know the voice
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| I drink off the vine man, might stay in the Rhineland
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| With Ana and Gretta, she touched me, I let her
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| Many moves, Snowgoons, Snobodies, you’re all funny moneys
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| To bills with George face, see the benjies, all lits ass, same in the sky
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| The apple of my mama eye, I get high?
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| Of course Atlanta gonna burn, I holla and she don’t say a word
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| Play the odds, how the fuck you gonna play the gods?
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| Understand the cowboy rides alone
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| You get hit with the stone, fuck that you gonna bury your own |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Road Warriors , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album The Snowgoons Instrumentals, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп