Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take That , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Reseda Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.10.2012
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
Take That |
| Verse 1 |
| Better call them coppers quick |
| You don’t wanna hear them choppers spit |
| Run up on em with a black component |
| Crack his dome for talking shit |
| Who the fuck he think he is? |
| I don’t know but he runs his lips |
| I’m gonna get em in a minute gonna put em in a little bitty box and tounge his |
| bitch |
| And I mean it |
| What I mean is |
| On the beat I’m a demon breathin |
| Red Dragon yup saggin dog from my pants to my penis |
| Extremist |
| When I’m the move better move and duck sucker |
| Be cool |
| Them Demigoons don’t give a fuck fucker |
| What about that dough you got? |
| What about that Rov you bought? |
| If anybody wanna bet you ballin bitch I’m all in no you not |
| Uh uh |
| I swear it |
| Your broke it’s |
| Apparent |
| Them S.O.B.s beastin the beat and I’m incoherent |
| Embarrassd, out smoked your parents can barely bare it |
| Their only son is a joke compared to the ranch he’s a carrot |
| A parrot mockin my sinister style with a Mary Poppins |
| All you hear is me cockin it back and it’s ch ch ch POW! |
| Chorus x2 |
| Take that |
| Get the mask |
| Take that |
| Take the cash |
| Come and get ya face slapped |
| Yea boy ima bust that ass |
| Verse 2 |
| Yea |
| When I get my hands up on this weapon best believe there’s mayhem |
| Taxodermy, wax a birdie, bully in this play pen |
| Zip his belly button to his face In position with the tanks |
| Gotta mention K-9 sniff em by the lakes |
| Whoa! |
| Supersonic, doo doo vomit, get ya fuckin crew demolished |
| See I grew my roots in music while you hoola hoop through college |
| Better wear some protective gear they don’t care bout ya record here |
| And if they do we wish you luck |
| Whoopdy whoop |
| Squish his guts |
| You don’t wanna get ya back sweaty put em in a jar and twist a limb |
| Slain with a red and black machete |
| Poor little boy was just a kid |
| Spread the news, tell a partner |
| Yea this beat is hella proper |
| Servin these stupid vermont |
| And ship em back to hell with out them |
| It’s a rap, sew his tissue, tell the ref to blow the whistle |
| Stash his helmet in his locker with a super soaker pistol |
| Get the missle |
| Get the gun |
| You don’t wanna see me one on one |
| Pick the mission here we come |
| In position what you want? |
| Chorus |