Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got U, artist - Spooks. Album song S.I.O.S.O.S.: Volume One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.10.2012
Record label: Essential Media Group
Song language: English
I Got U |
| One, two! |
| Achoo! |
| Bless you! |
| I got you! |
| Caught you and taught you! |
| Matter fact, here take two |
| Pits of flesh, political palm picked and gone |
| Spooks with Uz', ice picks, blades and tools |
| Listen fool, the revolution is cool |
| We leave clans in pools of blood |
| Let 'em all scrub to thug |
| Bustin' for love, (?) and mud and bloody rugs |
| Screamin' on cats, we spit in your face, blast back! |
| The Spooks put politicians in bags and (?) |
| Ay yo my crew chased you down, outside your compound |
| Now we got you in the four point hold, on the ground |
| Whoop, hand me that barbed wire, now your arms and legs are bound |
| Hey Vengeance, pass me that scalpel now |
| Relax! |
| Close your eyes as the sound of my voice penetrates |
| Submission is your only choice, to avoid the pain |
| 'Cause I don’t want no lip as I slip this microchip in your brain! |
| Go 'head, look, I know you’re thinkin' «;Who's behind me?»; |
| «;Oh my God it’s Water Water and no one’s ever gonna find me!»; |
| I got your brains pushin', head in the frame |
| In a case not far over, head of the flames |
| Hangin' over the fire, I know y’all hope I retire |
| But all y’all gettin' is open fire! |
| Ga ga! |
| Spray down, stay down, lay down |
| Y’all niggas said we was commercial, what y’all gon' say now?! |
| Rectangle, sugar Shane pound mc’s and mangle |
| Bending you back and bitch spank you! |
| A Grammy?! |
| Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| I’m tappin' your chin! |
| See you at a club for no reason, tap it again |
| This ball bully mc’s, we buildin' 'em Greek |
| Large like Tiger Wood’s teeth when chewin' on beef |
| Take you 'round the block, bring you back, tie the knots |
| He bitch man, slap your whole block, moms and pops |
| I ain’t gon' lie though, brothers got a lotta bravado |
| But can’t back it up with the skills, they playin' lotto |
| With they careers, when they step to me on the streets |
| On stage or over beats you can’t engage the heat |
| >From this etherial thriller, mysterious serving guerilla |
| Stalk you with the sick precision of a serial killer |
| Record your routine, I watch you from the day to the night |
| Calculatin' when it might be the best time to strike! |
| They keep callin' my name! |
| Water Water, come smack the whack in the back |
| With a Louisville Ax Slugger |
| Then slash the jugular |
| Hit your back rawdog with no rubber |
| He’s a dirty mawfucka! |
| Won’t last long, that’s what my momma turned and told my daddy when I was born |
| I got your neck in a noose, damn right I’m flexin' my juice |
| Shut your mouth nigga, that’s an excuse |