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Blah Blah Blah - текст песни



Blah Blah Blah


(feat. Slug)




Get yourself together now because it's hit time




Your known as the hit makers


Breaker breakers, party makers


They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver


For all you cats, who never put more dips in your hips


More cut in your strut, more glide in your stride


If you don't dig that you gotta hold your soul


If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address


Because singing might be loud and clear




[Brother Ali]


Ayo, the music made ‘em jump back


Fuck that, how y'all gonna contrast somethin fat, without lettin Ali touch that


Gun whack, read his lips


You're not serious, I got few evils and no superiors (so here he is)


A seasoned veteran, an ego reckon


I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin


Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your feeble session


Double teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessons


So no




[Slug]


Here we go


Lookin at me like they know me


Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me


Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage


Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast


So taste it, the vitamins are subtle


So tighten up or Slug'll, even try to decipher the puzzle


But shut up though


(Fuck that, sucka jump back)


I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame


(We cut a hunch back), Ali run that




[Brother Ali]


From cats lips to gods ears


We mind yall punk bastards and cross hairs


Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared


Don't stop till your punk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)




[Slug]


Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that


Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?


You fuckin rappers are she-males


From the retail to the e-mail, your freak fell cause you need help




[Chorus x2]


Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow


If we open for y'all it's still our show


I hear the same ol' shit wherever I go


Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah




[Brother Ali (Slug)]


[Rappers steppin to]


ah yeah they get their shits burned


I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I get learned


(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?)


We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run




[Slug]


Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin


On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition


when you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin


Calm down little camper, I've got the answers


You should fuck exotic dancers


You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers


It doesn't matter turn it up, what the fuck you think that Ant's for?




[Brother Ali]


I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow


And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe


And I should *????* I'll just pay the waiter and go


But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids'll be albinos


Your respect is like a stick in the grass


Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on about it


I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass


with your tongue out and write a love song (Texts of songs ) about it




[Slug]


Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles


The love comes and vomit, the money comes and dribbles


The Minnesota missiles, self taught


communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked




[Brother Ali]


Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs


And know you standing here choking on my pubic hairs


Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares




If you keep bumping your guns we can fucking take it there




[Slug (Brother Ali)]


Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do twats


(Rest those shots from a cop, and ask him who's your pops)


Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy


(Sing my fucking chorus before I punch you in the face)




[Chorus x2]



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