KEMPERxBASSIDEx19|07 - TNT | Текст песни

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• KEMPERxBASSIDEx19|07
• TNT

yeah!
Inter-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mñma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We're not really able to spend all alone
before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
believe there's always more, ahhhhh!

(Chorus: 2X)
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
(Choir) Bombs over Baghdad!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Bombs over Baghdad!
(Dre) Yeah! Uhh-huh

Yoh, gotta love it, the way you do the break down
And the way you got your asses out
Now I know you wanna see the god
Love the way you breathing hard, like you bout to get to passin out
Close shoppin, I pop right upon you my friend
Don’t stop mami drop it right aupon me again
So hot like the block it was banging, what else
I see the steam rising off your body...yourself
Inhale, exhale, when you beefin your nose
Mami hotter than a pressure cooker stiff in the stove
And I got an...till the building is closed
Make a...look hotter till she come out her clothes
Yeah have you move in front of me, I hold on your hips
First ... sweat on your lips
Say I love the way you’re moving now you dance on the bar
All sexy shining bright, baby you a star!

Better act right cause I smack dykes
Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe
Bitch wanna live that rap life
But I already hit that last night
Think you're fucking with me, huh?
Must be hitting that crack-pipe
I be making my money
Thank God I learned how to act right
My cash like that cocaine
Give me more, say give me more
Don't worry about it, ain't no thing
Big titty hoes in my videos
Classy bitch, don't kiss and tell
Smack her ass and then wish her well
Life sucks, better give 'em hell
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