Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voodoo, artist - The Alchemist. Album song Retarded Alligator Beats, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Voodoo |
| «I'm all alone, up comes this big black-and-gold death Benz, man. |
| The windows rolled down, the inside has--» |
| «Russell, man?» |
| «Russell? |
| You want to tell the dream, man? |
| «No, it’s fine» |
| «--two of the flyest girls you ever wanna see, man…» |
| Let’s go, it’s voodoo |
| Uh, yeah it’s voodoo |
| I am my own religion, you can wear me on your neck |
| I might take a shit and wipe my ass with a rap check (it's nothing) |
| The Captain because I lead by example |
| Alone smoking wax in a room full of candles |
| Haitian lady, poke a doll with the needle |
| Ayo, the bitch kind of resemble Don Cheadle |
| I’m like a blonde seagull, twisted roolies in my aunt’s Regal |
| Drinking Paul Masson, watching Home Alone |
| Even when I mow the lawn, I always hold the chrome |
| Cause they come from out of nowhere, try to pull your cord |
| They flee off in a blue-ish Ford, put two in the door |
| Never ruin the raw |
| Run in the tunnels from the two and the four-train in broad day |
| You silly rabbit, rhymes are foreplay |
| I cop a 50-bag with short change |
| You can see my mom’s reflection in a Sport-Range |
| Shit is voodoo |
| It’s voodoo |
| It’s voodoo |
| It’s voodoo |
| It started raining out of nowhere |
| I let the flare off, it almost burned my fucking hair off |
| Science forbid, Jamaican girls be eyeing the kid |
| She weighed 275, she could’ve played the D-line |
| For the Bengals, we danced the Tango-Tango |
| I sing a jingle, now the Beamer slam like Kurt Angle |
| Curse out the window at a cunt that tried to cut me off |
| I hit her window with a fried rice and duck sauce |
| It’s voodoo, you’re doodoo |
| Stash the acid in the asshole of a German Poodle (They'll never find it there) |
| Uh, sacrifice the motherfucking chicken |
| It’s voodoo |
| «Now I want you to set set up right here.» |
| «No--» |
| «I want you behind the garbage can.» |
| «Where-- where, man?» |
| Wait for my instructions." |
| «No!» |
| «Do you understand me or not?!» |
| «No I don’t, I don’t!» |
| «What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!» |
| So what I’m saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp |
| Wear the dress and wear the wig |
| Light one cig then wait for my instructions |
| If you listen, we’ll be skating through customs eating muffins |
| Tropical discussions, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans |
| Shit, I go nuts |
| And I’m not fat, I’m only robust |
| Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up (Blows up) |
| Uh, till it blows up |
| Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up |
| Motherfucker, till it blows up |
| It’s voodoo |