- RBX Blunt Time 歌詞
- RBX
- Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
Ha ha, mighty aftermath(Sip a glass of gnac, reload your nine milli)
Whose soul ever contest, dead
In me ear
Dre, you hear me now?
Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly)(Sip a glass of gnac, reload your nine milli)
Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
Room for moving in but that was only mine
They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard
They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
Knick-knack, paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Long Beach
City, I wreck is my zone
I be the solo rollo which means
I rule alone
You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone
Fool, now break for ya two
Its called the ol
Rambo, catch ambush
I wish you wouldnt moosh like ya wanna come push
Ill dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest, you
GumpLong Beach
City, firmly represented
Narrator X is representor
Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
Freeze MCs, dont ent-or
Ill take like
Anne Ardens new chips in wint-or
Or since Im
Sun, Ill melt the metaphor
The meatphors are meltin ,style is beltin
I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin
Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin, puffin, sippin or set trippin
Dimes keep on flippin, flippin
Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin,puffin, sippin or set trippin
Dimes keep on flippin, flippin
Dres bad beats they rat-rat-rat-rat
X flex lyric they cant come back
Fact, el-elevant, elegant and eloquent, no ****
I boots hits, throw tantrums like
Ella FitzNah, the member
X but youll remember
X indeedyNow remember dont contest the[Unverified]
Got you in spot like
Lindscrafter but you try to diss
I burn you like
Backdrafter
After that youll get nothing from me but laughter
Similar to this, ha, whats the repertoire-kick deadly with lyrics
Shot your punk ass like
ELEC now its
Mighty aftermath
Once again, cant hold us back
Refuse, refuse(Dead)
You lose(Dead)
DEAD(Indeed)
Attempts will be futile, its way to brutal
Hear me now,
Narrator-to-the-
X, tellin anyone who contest
The mighty aftermath posse(Who ? Who?)
Dead(Murder)
Exclamation point(I)(Blunt time)
Ha(Blunt time)
Mighty aftermath to the 9-7(Sip a glass of gnac my friend, dontcah friend)(Rowl, I dont wanna fight no more, no no,ooh)(Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep)
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