Truffel The Phunky Phaqir - Don't Come Wack (ft. Corto Maltez) | Текст песни

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girls iz sluts
guys iz studs
it aint fair
girls carry a kid in they stomach for 9 months

guys use a woman's body for relief, then jet

i did wrong and never looked back

is where they mental's at

wether u a slick bastard
or ethically correct

men is still pimps,
i put that,
on where my nickle's at

look at her now
she suck dick for vials
oh god
some dude prolly had her mind on lock
from the start

bitches is bitches
girls is girls
queens is queens

but there she is, taking one for the team
know what i mean

sweet sixteen
flirting at the slotmachines
likes to get tricked on by cats who resemble charly sheen

at the house she's hardly seen
chilling with her darling fiends

her fuckbuddy told her he about to make some cream
and how he had a dream of making everyday christmas
and how she shud get with him and open that pussy for business

she thought about it for a second
then made up her mind
now you can find her in the park after dark,

snorting a line,
tryna get fly
with some rum and some lye,

but instead she in the car with some guy, catching cum in the eye

he had her live a fake reality
in which she was a casualty
making mad loot
for the 'ho's-down-pimps-up-faculty'

heading for an overdose, abandoned by her family
her price went down, now she drown in her own insanity yah

.
all that duh sensei is trying to say
is don't do drugs kids
and try to stay, outta harms way
it's a fucked up world out there, u better beware
when i stress
i put that black afghan hasj in the air
ignite the pineapple chunk
and get it crackling here
but don't come whack, we don't tolerate crack up in here
we dont tolerate powder, pills, meth or smack up in here
i catch u dealing at my show u get smacked up in here
.

meet, bobby
he came from greece, his favorite MC: Taki

construction working blue collar with a hobby, he

liked to go to the ho-ing boats to peep this freaky paki
tricking like crazy
she put him on to sake she

reminded him of this stripper down in Pagrati
he used to visit jetting on his kawasaki, akhi he

bugged out forreal, thinking that i'm the annunaki

i had to set him straight with a freestyle on Phunky Phaqir beats

he used to go see his favorite MC's rip dumb shows
riffing to his man, how in greece, there beez no funk flows

he'd hit the bathroom in between to sniff some blow
then he'd come back to the gig, listen for a bit then do some more

when he came to the lowlands, he brought his habbit and his kid
an elaborate skeem to escape his wiz

not the most handsome, nor the smartest or so slick
so he got his rocks off fucking ho's and snorting bricks

while bobby was in a townwide drought, looking for a hit, social service found his kid sitting in piss and shit

police found stolen wares at his crib, duke must've not been legit, now his wiz got custody of the kid

.
all that duh sensei is trying to say
is don't do drugs kids
and try to stay, outta harms way
it's a fucked up world out there, u better beware
when i stress
i put that black afghan hasj in the air
ignite the pineapple chunk
and get it crackling here
but don't come whack, we don't tolerate crack up in here
we dont tolerate powder, pills, meth or smack up in here
i catch u dealing at my show u get smacked up in here

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