Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alcapurrias, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Alcapurrias |
Ain’t nothing fucking with Ag and Pistol Paz |
'Bout to spaz with the bars like Alcatraz |
Word to Sean, 'bout to kick a bone up out your ass |
The rap shit could do better off without your ass |
I’m not a rap fan, but I smoke the Afghan |
Stand like the last man, cats need a CAT scan |
Brain need a transplant, stupid fuck, hashtag |
You the type to wash your face with an ass rag |
Kill cockroach rappers like a black flag |
What make Ag mad is bombs in Baghdad |
Put your soul on ice too, Ras Kass |
It ain’t funny when Ag with the last laugh |
You eat bath salts, I do salt baths |
Psycho flow rap, all you do is talk trash |
Raw perico, black from Puerto Rico |
Popping large, big shout from the east coast |
Turn me all the way up, high as fuck |
The industry not high enough |
You eye in eye with the higher you, but there ain’t no «I» in «Us» |
See, Hov one of my favorites, I ain’t trying to bust |
Same way I’m unsigned, guess I ain’t try enough |
Vinnie stalk you like an Audi coming, Maserati |
Body something, I’m dutching the lobby |
Probably with shotties busting |
You hot like oil, then Ag’ll roast you, you get shot like photos |
Heavy metal Glock in my photo, nigga, we’ll rock and roll you |
Off the bridge, you don’t want no drama |
I’mma catch you in the Bahamas and put your brain on your baby mama |
Now we can talk about mills when I’m finished |
Hennessy was a popular drink and it still is |
I’m 'bout to turn these faggot niggas into mannequins |
It don’t even matter why I’m mad again |
Kill him at the Vatican |
He a square? |
Kill him at the Madison Garden |
Like a motherfucking Spartan cause I’m panicking |
Nigga |
A muhfucker stupid if he think life fair |
See, waking from a dream and seeing me is a nightmare |
The chopper gon' lift this dummy out of his Nike Airs |
Muhfucker see black mirrors and white bears |
You see this is life here, take this advice here |
You witnessing the second crucifixion of Christ here |
I’m 'bout to catch a homi when I dim all the lights here |
The bullets travel fast, but it feel like a light year |
I came straight from Hell with a pitch black force |
With a black pitch fork and a pitch black Porsche |
Yous a baby food dude and your shit’s that soft |
I’m the bang, bang, body bag, click-clack boss |
It’s dark here, Philly don’t bother with street lights |
McLaren F1's move faster than street bikes |
It’s peace till the OG, give me the green light |
I slap the ghost out of anybody that breathe hype |