Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weight, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Black Magic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Weight |
| Hey yo my cocaine’s whiter than colgate, |
| And when Christ come imma go relocate. |
| Finish off the dimes, |
| Big slabs of crack, writin my gangstaz will. |
| Bury me at the plate in Bronze Bomber’s Field. |
| Give my young guards the four horses, |
| My babi gurls get the pink Porsches. |
| Dookie Jims and theyre all gorgeous. |
| Came to’em had a mean fortress, |
| A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet. |
| My gun collection is big in the Adolph section, |
| My little mini-me he bump off the Mexicans. |
| Mostly known for ma earlobe, |
| 4 million dolla disco ball, |
| Shit though ma wrist cut. |
| Bang glass on the crystal floor at club Shiznit, |
| Lil Romee-Rome just came home, |
| Violated parole sellin cell phones. |
| With his Snoop Dogg perm, |
| His brother Puff Sherm threw two in big worm? |
| My my my money fold up! |
| My my my pockets swolled up! |
| Say what, say what |
| Just roll up! |
| What’s the hold up unload and reload up. |
| Hellfire… Handle the hill? |
| shellfire |
| Kill quiet like a knife on the front line. |
| Private live ride stage show, |
| First bird flamethrow, |
| Overthrow, takeover, |
| Name known around the globe. |
| King Cobra poison slow, |
| Fang jungle overgrown. |
| Wu Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist killin this song. |
| Feelin famous, chop heads, walk illa |
| Comic, fillin on pain killers, watchin good fellaz, |
| Dancin in the dungeon all by maself, |
| I say I think I’m goin crazy, thats a cry for help. |
| My phone dont ring but get sexy text messages, |
| Gunnin on ma cop, get to bitches mouth wrestlin. |
| Hey I’m just chillin with killers at ma disposal, |
| I have a feelin youll accept ma proposal. |
| Put another dime in the jukebox, I love, rock n roll, |
| Bulletproof vest, glock, lock and load. |
| Wait… |
| Rap zombie, I’m controlled by powers beyond me. |
| I go from the drum machine straight to the Digi-D, |
| To the Harddrive to the G5 to the computer screens. |
| To the lab thru the speakers to the Pens n the pads |
| To the science to the lab to the vocab. |
| Straight to the phone booth, to the mic, |
| Back to that O-rap |
| Thru the speakers, |
| To the place where your hear and your soul at. |
| Drop out the drums, |
| Rough mix straight to the work dat? |
| Bounce the track, disk format and then burn that. |
| To the CD, |
| We’ll take it to the truck where the systems at, |
| Make sure the bass hit like a thunderclap. |
| Then I double back to the lab, |
| Fast like I was runnin laps. |
| I freeze! |
| Back to the Digi-D's to an MP3, |
| Thru the internet freeway, |
| Straight to the DJ’s to the radio, constant airplay. |
| I gotta keep food on my plate, so I’m moving that Weight! |
| WEIGHT! |