Zilch - Doubtfool текст песни

Right now I'm pissed
Sen Dog in the place with the superstar bass
I'm rugged and raw you can see it in my face
You can hear it in my lyric, ill vocal tone
Mad dog nigger rips the microphone
Smoke herb by the pound, putting the smackdown
Down to the ground, punk look around, it's the Latin thug
Straight don't give a fuck, run ya ass over in a Cadillac truck

Here's one from the ill real deal mic technician
Latin thug now with the high rank position
Paid ass rapper like you see on television
Skills that kill and rock mics with precision
I rock and roll, break it down slow
Write the kind of songs that hit you in the soul
Here's one from the ill real deal mic technician
One from the ill real deal mic technician
One from the ill real deal mic technician
Latin thug down with the high rank position
Full out attack on the whack, I ain't kidding
Take it to the hole, tomahawk like pippen
Ripping all you poodles hope I ain't tripping

I'm down for my
And I'll be thugged out
And you don't know the deal
And so you bugging out
Well kid get a grip
We taking all your tips
We gonna fly that head and run you for your whips
The zilch in the back make it sound so deadly
Putting this to bed while we flipping on the medley
Ain't nobody safe, go hide your ho's
Tell your lawyers and accountants to please go hide the dough

I'm a true head flyer, you, you work for hire
My style's dynamite don't step on the live wire
Third rail for real hit the head right on the nail
Dropping gems on you grilles and books for Holy Grails
I'm telling you it's milk with the dog and the zilch
While you corny and sweet like Charlie Brown quilts
No doubt for sure my speeds be just loco always roll dough low in the XP over lolo
Me ichiban, yes me number 1, me old school, new school, me uzi weighs a ton
Put it to your rectum, aim about to shoot
Stickin MC for they whips, they ho's and all they loot
((Missing Line)) like it's going out of style
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I'm crazy kamikaze, ace me like Ozzy
I shit on motherfuckers, fuck you and the paparazzi

I'm down for my
And I'll be thugged out
And you don't know the deal
And so you bugging out
Well kid get a grip
We taking all your tips
We gonna fly that head and run you for your whips
The zilch in the back make it sound so deadly
Putting this to bed while we flipping on the medley
Ain't nobody safe, go hide your ho's
Tell your lawyers and accountants to please go hide the dough

Some niggers got to play games, some got to maintain
Some don't give a fuck and just go insane
Flossing with your crew I know what it's about fool
Try to play the dog situation's very doubtfool

Some niggers got to play games, some got to maintain
Some don't give a fuck and just go insane
Situation's very doubtfool

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Some niggers got to play games, some got to maintain
Some don't give a fuck and just go insane
Flossing with your crew I know what it's about fool
Try to play the dog situation's very doubtfool

Try to play the dog situation's very doubtfool
Situation's very doubtfool

Situation's very doubtfool
Try to play the dog situation's very doubtfool

Some niggers got to play games, some got to maintain
Some don't give a fuck and just go insane
Flossing with your crew I know what it's about fool
Try to play the dog situation's very doubtfool

Situation's very doubtfool
Very doubtfool
Situation's very doubtfool

Very doubtfool
Situation's very doubtfool

Some niggers got to play games, some got to maintain
Some don't give a fuck and just go insane
Situation's very doubtfool