The Professional - Life's Mysteries текст песни

(Break: Warcloud)
It's how we rock it, Warcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud, yo

(Warcloud)
Heartless in a purple mink, with a sterling M16
That will blow your house team like kerosene
We smuggle wine in the graveyard, yo one two
Old war romance, 'Vampire /Warcloud:Vampire_Kung-Fu)
Then break a niggas spine like /wiki/Frankenstein)
Mermaid hair in a bottle at the bar and make it snappy
Corn husked pipe like old Poopdeck /wiki/Poopdeck_Pappy)
Sip a frozen daiquiri, venus Olympic athlete
Throwing donuts in the graveyard on a chopper
With bitch named /wiki/Gidget) with ghost digits
She'll pop you in back of the wig with an old pistol
And swallow big jewels, I relax with heavy tools
Thump you with the Frankenstein fist
Boot you in the chest with 'The Wolf /wiki/The_Wolf_Man) kick
Aiyo, slap you like the ghost man
Leaving your face broken
Slow dance with old phantom chicks in the great swamp
It's Warcloud, piece to Gary, piece to Pro
I'll end rap platoons in old red saloons
Hillside tombs, we'll roll them up in the carpet
Carry them up the staircase
Old Los Angeles hunchback in bandages
And I bang your cute doll house chick in the graveyard like Pretty Wolf
I'm a gritty crook, fucker

(Break: Warcloud)
Yo, Warcloud and Professional
Yo yo, Warcloud and Professional
We be the best you know