Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hum Drum, artist - Terror Squad. Album song True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Hum Drum |
| Down… |
| The paint is peelin' |
| Now… |
| When the chips are down |
| Down… |
| You gotta lose all feelin |
| Now… |
| When the chips are down |
| Yea. |
| I gets it poppin everybody know what remy bout (bout) |
| Got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out (out) |
| Yea I spit it out (out) quick to put a nigga out (out) |
| The bullets larged in doctors can’t get 'em out (out) |
| You gets no love to me y’all dead bugs |
| My records don’t sell then I’mma sell drugs |
| From o’s to whole p’s |
| Grams to whole keys |
| No joke I got coke that’ll make ya nose bleed |
| Dope so potant and my fiends done od’d |
| For Three-Fifty a pop I’ll sell you a dro seed |
| You really don’t know me and thats the fun part |
| See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart |
| And you iliterate you can’t even read the tele-prompter |
| I got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter |
| You look sad when I pass in this toy benz |
| You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend |
| Down… |
| The paint is peelin' |
| Now… |
| When the chips are down |
| Down… |
| You gotta lose all feelin' |
| Now… |
| When the chips are down |
| Down… |
| The paint is peelin' |
| Now… |
| When the chips are down |
| Down… |
| You gotta lose all feelin' |
| Now… |
| Your head goes round n round' |
| You can feel my pain like a drug You can light it with fire |
| And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher |
| Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired |
| Going to court got a luminati judgin' me biased |
| Shit I talk ain’t for everybody Walkin united |
| The way I walk its a challenge just to balance on wires |
| My old connect put me on Said he robbed the supplier |
| So I pieced him out with pity cause his ass was on fire |
| What goes around comes around holmes I ain’t lyin' |
| Thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence |
| Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence |
| To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace |
| I’d like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars |
| Some nights I meditate hopin' Bring me closer to god |
| Tryna' regulate my time between the earth and the stars |
| Get my health back to determine whenI’mi curlin' them bars |
| Yo this the upcoming success Definition of prospect |
| Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits |
| On any condition I drops it |
| On a mission no listen to gossip |
| Whether splittin imposters |
| Sorta like a mobsters and my niggas I got ya |
| We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta |
| Smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the rastas |
| After that go to city Island and get the lobsters |
| Now can I get a witness lemme show y’all my visions |
| Never had a job but still take care all my business |
| No ged only diploma was my lyrics |
| I rhyme heavenly and let souls just off the appearance |
| And rap so I keep my dough stacks |
| Dont me go back and clap clap At yo do' matt like nigga hold that |
| Theres no feelings I’m feelin' cause when I’m feelin |
| I’m killin' the motherfucker right on his trip |
| Then killin' the villan what |