Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pit Fight, artist - Tony Touch. Album song The Piece Maker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.04.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Pit Fight |
Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin |
And, everybody was singin and, everybody was bringin |
Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin |
And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don’t be thinkin |
Hey yo, I be the man dangle, handle bilingual |
Shit’s so hot, it might be the first single |
Soft mack sprinklin salt on my pringle |
Ain’t no stoppin me now, I’m gon jungle |
N-I, flippin shit, freakin shit |
Runnin shit from channel to channel |
I ain’t gon bite off more than I can handle |
I got the DVD all in my wall panel |
I ain’t try to brag, this is on my dick, cuz they see in a mag |
Should of drived a Benz or I should of drived the Jag |
Old school nigga I rock the doo rag |
I might fuck around and let my pants sag |
One two, I come through wit my familles |
Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals |
Potted, take a good look at what we started |
Retarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it |
Everybody already know Toca be bout it |
And me gettin knocked out the box, kid, I doubt it |
It’s crowded, up in the club, so I’mma rub |
My pinga against the ninga to show love |
Stuck in the cut, as always I come wit the ruck |
Tony Touch, Beatnuts, straight fuckin it up |
Now don’t sleep home boy, I got it tucked in the gut |
Just in cause I gotta flex against one of you ducks |
Mira drago, Mr. El Cavallo |
I send y’all free like Cinque de Mayo |
Claro, come on y’all, get wit the vibe |
And follow, and pump this cassette in the ride |
Aiyo, Nills where’s you man wit the Jeckyl and Hyde? |
Let’s get this jump-off jumpin, flip the record and slide |
Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin |
And, everybody was singin and, everybody was movin |
And, everybody was movin to the groove |
Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin |
And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don’t be thinkin |
Aiyo, Psych is chillin, flippin the hottest hits in the club drinkin |
Never trickin on a pigeon, yo who I’m bringin |
The Glock is hittin, but it’s reachable by hand |
I’mma beat you wit this, til you can’t understand |
And I don’t give a fuck if you don’t know who I am |
This is that pimp song, so take your minks off |
And wild out for the night and get your drinks on |
Mami, the way you rock me on the dance floor |
Got me, ready to take my fuckin pants off |
Blast off into a new dimension |
Here’s a little somethin I’d like to mention |
If you ain’t lovin it, you must be a hater |
If shorty ain’t fuckin, see you later |
Hasta la vista, you full of pasta and pizza |
Oh, you gangster, I’mma get mobster and beat ya |
Now tell me who the best there is |
Greg N-I, Tony Touch, Psycho Les, there it is |
Everybody pit fightin and, niggas don’t be writin |
And, muthafuckas keep bitin, and |
And, and, and, and, a-and |