Tech N9ne - Rock-A-Bye (feat. Ben-G Da Prince Of Soul) | Текст песни

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• Rock-A-Bye (feat. Ben-G Da Prince Of Soul)

[Hook: Ben-G Da Prince of Soul]
(Rock, rock) Rockabye! (Rock, rock) Rockabye!
(Stop, stop) Stop, you won't play me
(Not, not) Not a guy (Hot, hot) Hot as I
(Rock, rock) Rockabye, baby!
(Go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep) You make me go
(Go to sleep, go to sleep) Oh, you make me go
(Go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep) You make me go
(Go to sleep) Rockabye, baby

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
(THERAFLU!)
That's what it be feelin' like when they bear you through
Every stereo radio and they swear you true
But the dopey delivery is unbearable
Drink (CARIBOU!)
Gotta grab your nads, you in the building
Rip it 'till you blast they ass up in the ceiling
Look, a lot of rappers' trash, ain't got the feelin'
Not in your brain to wanna change up your energy game
What a shame, you got a name, but you're lyrically lame
Sedated, save it, cause your memory stained
From 'caine you're faded, a beginner remains
With fame you're jaded and you give me your lane
I came to spray it and it finna be pain
Will you please, stop
Rappin' that crap that you givin' me, mayne?
I been fiendin' fo', meanin' flow
But they thought process seemin' slow
You ain't gotta rap hella fast for me to like you
But wake the fuck if they screamin', bro!
And that's good you're able to get your green and go
But a lot of you shouldn't wanna be seen in show
Cause when I go to your set you be leanin' low

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Never do you really gotta be ill as me, lyrically stalled
Lot of rappers gonna wanna grit they grill at me, furiously, y'all
But when you run up and then you find out villains we, fear is recalled
Music and murkin' niggas don't really wanna deal with me, seriously, dawg!
Your flow's on NyQuil or them night pills or that codeine that y'all drank
Is a funny sight for real, the people like you still
When you so lean that you can't
Spit one of your verses, worse, you just faint
Better get a nurse, a hearse, and kiss paint
Watch a nigga urk and jerk, he's on the purp'
A percocet alert to earth if it's quaint
In a, box, see me comin' but can't even swing at me
(Weak as fuck!) When you be rappin', you mummy, you don't wanna see me
Screamin' up to the tip-top, a lot of you rappin', it be Ziploc
All I'm sayin' is I never wanna have no MSG in my hip-hop!
(Ehe-haha! Can you feel it? Feel the swagger, he-hahaha)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Last thing I'm gon' say, the people don't really have green or gold pay
So when you think of rapping and go lay
Your vocal, you better mash mean and go cray
But if you a beginner still, in a deal, and yo remedial rappin' is in a mil'
I guess I better slow it down a little bit and go pop me a couple of (Benadryl)
Fuck, nigga, why you wake me up, nigga?
Makin' million dollars layin' in the cut, nigga
Fuck would you say? I been 'sleep for two day
Go to sleep, Tech N9ne, nigga, too paid

[Outro]
Stay alive, homeboy, that's all I want you to do
You make me go (Go to sleep, go to sleep)
Oh, oh, you make go (Go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep)
You make me go (Go to sleep) Rockabye, baby!

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