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How We Comin (West Side Mix) - текст песни

How We Comin' (West Side Mix)

(feat. Big Lurch, Mystikal)


Can't you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin'!)

Oooooh, you ain't never lied (How we comin'!)

Somebody said we comin' hella high (How we comin'!)

Oooooh, you ain't never lied (I'm comin'!)

[Black C]

Check the flows we deliver

Makin' the hardest rapper shiver

When a killa touch the mic

I'm givin him blows to the brain like Mike

And despite them old faulty fake playas who try to cross me

Smell of coffee, cuz it's burnin

I'm gettin that money like Mike Vernon

While ya learin', we teachin', ya reapin' what yo sew

See the whole load is gettin' heavy

Now ya ready to pull a lick

I'm pullin' a switch

Pullin' yo black mask down

I puttin' my ghetto mash down so now

You know that dog in me

Maybe that hog in me

Got me runnin around town wit no love an actin' thuggishly

But ruggidly I'm comin'

My homie Ric Roc made the drop, now I'm dumpin'

I'm dumpin'

[Big Lurch]

Steady comin', I'm pumpin'

Brain waves wit no assumptions

I'm ready to ruin' somethin'

If you want it, come get it I'm bumpin' ya wig

Get split quick, bust a quick lick, you don't understand

I'm not yo average man

Matter fact I buck like [?]

Instead of leavin' you shell struck

And I'm dumpin' you wit no reprecussions

No disscussions, just bustin' for 9 millimeters disperssin'

And the worse you been cursed with a hearse

Watchin' all your extersions

Lay down to your knees and your worryin'

They got evaporatin' for purgerin' an disturbin' 'em

Hit my nerve and then

We skeet swervin'

back to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin'


I'm one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin'

And ain't nobody have to go and bury him

[Big Lurch]

I'm walkin' down the street wit a strap up

Got my loons

I'm not to be played in this game

Brotha I'm hurtin 'em

I'm hurtin' 'em



Now who them cowards who's always frontin'

Like talk behind our back

Scared to confront the strap, we can let it all react

Or we can take 10 spaces back and watch your brains collapse

Or we can handle this like gentlemen and just scrap

Try to cross me like longitude-latitude

I show no gratitude to another busta wit a attitude

I gets to taggin' fools

Hit roofs like Rictor Rooter

You get dumped calls

Cuz I make house calls like Roto-Rooter

Thay be ridin' jack like a scooter

Maybe cuz we swerve

Mess around wit these broads on the curb

While I get the bullets reserved

The nerve

Somebody's always tryin to tell me what my title bout

Get served

It don't take like rocket scientist to figure this out

When I emerge

I'm on like National Geographics when I have this

My clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits

Blow you to bits

These pieces is bad for your health

So put a quarter in yo ass, cuz you played your self


Nasty vomit, mildew, rotten I'm the violentest

I make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childish

No matter how hard you try

You can't come no where round us

Even if you scream at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)

I'm a still be the loudest



Hand full of niggaz ain't gonna get hurt

Rest of y'all niggaz gettin dimolished

Red peppers and hot tamales

It's the nigga that's gonna be tighter than grip plyers

Cussin like Richard Pryor

I came down here fixin' to bust yo head

Don't try an sleep on me nigga

You gonna have nightmares bout what I said

Mouths get busted

Ooh you know you gonna get rushed

Nigga put it together, wiped out and brushed up

Comin' from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion

This ain't no fuckin' past time


So fool what you talkin' bout, where my money?

Or wit my fist down yo mutha fuckin' throat.... HOW I BE COMIN'!


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