Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Combination, artist - PackFM. Album song Happy F*ck You Songs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2002
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Good Combination |
You know it’s Tonedeff & PackFM |
Came through to bomb the nation |
Don’t Fall for imitations or rhyming abominations |
We’re sorry we kept you waiting |
But glad you had the patience |
Cause it’s worth it for (A Good Combination) |
We’re like Boom-Bap and BackPacks, Krylon and fat caps |
Thug cats that pack gats, BMI and ASCAP |
Now where the fuck my cash at? |
Dow Jones and NASDAQ |
Bad luck and black cats, Bad guys and black hats |
Like Cupid to card stores, Lucas to Star Wars |
Han & Chewbacca, and Kaufman to Latka, Breakers moving on cardboard |
Cartman & candy, markers and tagged streets, Marvel & Stan Lee |
Carson, McMann, even Austin Powers & Bad Teeth |
Nah we’re like Fred and Daphne, Velma Shaggy and Scooby |
Cole slaw, Mashed potatos and a biscuit with your 2 piece |
Popcorn and movies, MC’s and loose leaf |
Headwraps and Couffies, Woodstock and Snoopy |
Like Rick Baker to Poncho, we that unlimited combo |
Like skinny women and Cosmo, Chickens & Gonzo |
Diggin & Fossils, Syphilis and brothels, Bitches & Thongs go |
Hand in hand like Scalpers and Tickets to Rock Shows |
We be the head honchos, We got hoes in the whip giving hot dome |
On the way to Roscoes Chicken and Waffles |
We got mad cheddar, stayin dipped like nachos |
You can’t afford a ride, you just go around takin pictures at car shows |
I don’t even know her *why she in the car tho* |
Fuck it, in today out tomorrow |
Movin mad units out the store, like puttin ducktape over the barcodes |
Don’t let me catch my lines caught on ya teeth |
Honestly, I’m at war with these pussies, rocking a condom and army fatigues |
I Knew something was fishy, when your girl’s all out her jeans |
Bothering me, rockin a flowerprint padded bra on her knees |
Pardon me, please. |
I'm fuckin silly with barbs over beats |
You know your ass never bargained for T, nigga, Toss your receipts |
Kids never admit to an honest defeat |
So, I walk with a hidden camera to serve you, so I can send you a copy for free |
We come together like 5 lions forming the voltron |
Holmes & Watson, Doors & Knobs and Holes & Cocks and Hotels post prom |
Silent Bob & Jay, Tylenol and aches |
Willis & Arnold, Alyssa Milano with… none of her clothes on |
Burt and Ernie, Robin and Bat Man, Lavern and Shirley |
Moe Larry and Curly, Jake and the Fat Man |
A bag of chips and soda pop, Quark Xpress and Photoshop |
Decepticons and Autobots, *Rock On* and ya don’t stop! |
Pokey & Gumby, Mulder & Scully, in charge like Charles & Buddy |
Heckle & Jeckle to Sideshow Bob & Krusty |
Rhymes & Drum Beats, Mathau & Lemon when they was old & grumpy |
Pacino, Deniro, Mr. Flava Flav & Chuck D |
Sagat and Bison vs. Ryu and Ken |
And just in case by now you haven’t figured it out |
Ya girls favorite combo, is my dick in her mouth |
Fred & Barney, Gleason & Carnie |
Jack, Chrissy & Janet, or Pee-Wee & Jambi |
Ravers to X, Las Vegas to bets, onto virgins and locked knees |
Kirk & Spock with a starfleet, Apollo & Rocky, to Xerox and copies |
Incentive.Pack & Tonedeff, back up off us |
Inventive.Got our own branch at the patent office |
The Famm is extended, highly recommended |
On record, second only to red when it comes to rockin with method |
Man, I’m bringin the pain, come fill in the blanks/ (shit is deranged) |
Overcast shows, then kick you out with an umbrella for you to go sing in the |
rain |
Go listen anything else you were playing, go bet if it isn’t the same |
We’re still in the ranks! |
They got you gassed, but we got 'em spillin their |
tanks |
(Tone, you’re killing it) .Thanks |
We come sharper than a ginsu, *Even slices through a thin shoe* |
Hit you in the grill with more combos than a value menu |
The tag team specialist, my Plague fam extension is |
Sending a fuck you with a smile, I hope you share the sentiments |
So when you know its me, Better run like cheap hosiery |
Efamm and The Plague, I roll with more clicks than a rotary |
So now we back in this bitch, yall makin me sick |
48 inches of wax — my track record’s as long as my dick! |