Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dumb , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Armed to the Teeth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.10.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Dumb |
| I’m just too hot to touch you know I’m the law |
| I smoke about million pounds of dutch and say what |
| Shortie keep yakking it up and on the low |
| I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut |
| Nyce, you cant tell me I aint came up |
| Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up |
| Fuckin right I’m famous, balling like the lakers |
| Only time I move is to go collect my paper |
| See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra |
| Hop out of my porche, pull my trunk and extort ya |
| Yup we west coast and dog we stay posting |
| Walk with two toasters louis vuitton holsters |
| I’m a bad fucking bastard yup I’m fantastic |
| Four but I’m the Silver Surfer flying through your door |
| Heard you cryin' for the war Im’a try to serve you more |
| Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor |
| Damn chicken heads get their feathers all ruffled up |
| Put the potato on the pound sound muffled up |
| We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans |
| Or we can get to war like the angels and mongols |
| Black mask over my face, I get em |
| Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em |
| Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum |
| Swollen and La Coka don’t fuck with em |
| So ladies and ah forget it were not gentlemen |
| I roll up in a stolen car come hop in with them |
| Hand me a pill bottle I dump it and pop ten of them |
| Give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them |
| I got a fuse that’s too short and a noose that’s too long |
| Feeling I could do no wrong |
| This invincibility they’re convinced is killing me |
| Has essentially gotten me through any pinch you’ll ever see |
| When my henchmen are with me tensions on the scene |
| Dreams are being changed a wrench in the machine |
| One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing |
| The rebel, you thought you’re on my level, you wasnt |
| Hotter than Ecuador, son brought a metaphor |
| P-1 I’m ready for war I’m on the front lines |
| Runs in my bloodline thirsty like lost boys |
| Big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore |
| Caribbean breeze there’s ten million reasons |
| Y’all super eight like rich we four seasons |
| Fine linen, sterling silver, bright brightlen, the lady killer |
| I started war and bids when y’all was just kids |
| Came to your town and jumped the fuck around |
| Stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady |
| You still married her and you gave her a baby |
| We were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free |
| Aint a groupie bitch alive get a child from me |
| And now you come to the shows and you reminisce |
| And while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss |
| She slips me a hug and a look that’s knowing |
| If I say get on the bus, baby girl its on |
| Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing |
| Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing |
| Trees get rollen smoking keep blowing |
| Coka and Swollen legend keep growing |
| Fast lane living no time for slowing |
| Gotta know where you been and watch where you’re going |