Tech N9ne - B. Boy (Feat. Kutt Calhoun, Skatterman, Big Scoob & Bumpy Knuckles) | Текст песни

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• B. Boy (Feat. Kutt Calhoun, Skatterman, Big Scoob & Bumpy Knuckles)

(Tech)
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy

(Big Scoob)
I watched Snoop doit. He let that blue flag hang/ So watch Scoob doit. I let the brown rag swang/ Middle Douce to it/ Boy thats just a five six thang/ Now saWOOP WOOP/ Thats how we rep this gang/ I aint new to it/ Vill I got that bang in my veins/ N I'm true to it, all I know is bang-in n caine/ So get used to it, validation, now I'm with Strange/ Oh you feelin off the block with the center of them flames/

(Kutt)
I pledge alegencs to the flag, to my united hoods of dowmuatries/ Was certified, around the town bangin was so influencin n I met it with my heart, a vendetta, in hopes of unity/ N left out with a family of 40 cal n a newer me

(Krizz)
Douce clique represent red rag regement, red-rum replicet rips run reckrence rest wont recomend refs dont let you in, red ride the warriors we rectified the testiment/ (saWoop) we

(Tech)
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy

(Skatterman)
Five ten, two thirty five, hell of a left hook/ Niggas think the FEDs came n got me when they got west crook/ A vet look, pull up stuntin, n get ya vet took/ Or we can stand e mono e mono, n get ya vest whooped/ Knuckle up knuckle head niggas been with this knuckle game/ Still fuck with Scoob, Kutt, n Kalli, baby ain't nothin changed/ (STRANGE!!) I ride for'em with out the paper work, n organize drive bys to have you n ya neighbor hurt/ Or send a couple guys to have you n ya neighbor murked/ To show you I aint playin, fuck around, n knock ya neighbor first/ This Skatterman, pussy, more than just a verse, son/ Who you think Tech gonn' call to make sure that the dirt get done? Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings/ My 45 is a bitch n I think she havin mood swings/ You think them boys got guns, watch whut you do bring/ Fully auto AR 15'll wipe out the blue team/

(Tech)
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy

Beats bangin, better bring it big or bounce bitch/ Bout to blast it n blood in back'a the black brick/ Boss ballin been breakin bread n biquets bre/ and Beautiful biancas, bideos, n bangas with big B/ Now before brilliancs, blessed to be buildin it/ Best in this bario, bane, n bizarre more bills in this/ Bankin this babies be blingin n his boo be the BIG booty, big bust, be in'is benzo bronze'll get big bucks/ I'm a black babboon, bring me bags of bananas/ Bonified billy badass with a brown bandana/ Been gone on Bicardi, bulu, but I'm bout to be bigger bit/ Better break if you bust up before I'm blowed n biligerent/ Six Douce spreads big in it, I'm bloated n blimpy/ Broads be blowin me in the back of the black Bently/ Never been about no babbelin, I'm bringin no bootsy, but I been in Bay with Big Von, like sha-boob-a-la-boopy/

(Bumpy Knuckles)
Yo, its the OG Bumpy Knucks, knucks, I rolls with them B-Boys. B-walkin down, strapped up-up/ You can talk that killa shit if you, my nigga spit it, guarentee you gonn' get clapped up-up/ See I'm the beast, you the bitch, I'm better battlin babe/ Me n the blood Tech Ninna saddled up-up/ And for the record nigga, check mines n you will find that I shoot legendary status, leave ya fu-fu/ C'mon. To be like Bumps you got to be a big ball breaker/ Cr

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