Hoods Up 495 - Wankster Paradise | Текст песни

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• Hoods Up 495
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Who told you, mamason, that hip hop
is a place for those who is always on the top
of this fashion race, where it's hip to hop
from one trend to another and you don't stop
Shake that ass, yo, you feel it sonny?
You're fucked in that ass by the industry of makin money
Ain't it funny? I don't know honey
I just bring surprises like the eastern bunny
You're full of their shit and still want some fuckin more
Fake tales about drugz, gunz, money and whores
Gang wars, while kids shoot each other at their doors,
Your money got spent by the record label assholes
Buy more! Support that ignorant shit!
Violence and sexism, hate and greed
Don't listen to me homie, better smoke more weed
You pretend you're gangster but I think you're an emo kid

And all your puny battles are the battles of mice
And all you midget beef is a pack of sorry lies
And all your so called homiez is a bunch of toilet flies
Take a one way ticket to the wankstah paradise

Home grown gangster straight outta the fraternity
If your mom knows you'll be grounded for eternity
Fuck you and your crew and your jock friends too
With real hip hop you got nothin to do
While driving in your daddy's car Pumpin RnB shit
On your way to the club you dancin piece of fat meat
Oh no, I'm scared! it's a gangster from the mall,
Paper Pimps Crew soldiers! I need to make a call
to the circus, so they take you back
Step back motherfucker,motherfucker whack, whack,
wack, wankster, wankster Wanna be a gangster
Lookin at you is more funny than Dexter's Lab
To wake up you need a bitch slap
Your rhymes can kill a man cause they make him laugh to death
Hahahaha your brain is so far
Let's play who wanna be a rap-superstar

And all your puny battles are the battles of mice
And all you midget beef is a pack of sorry lies
And all your so called homiez is a bunch of toilet flies
Take a one way ticket to the wankstah paradise

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