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Del Tha Funkee Homosapien
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No More Worries
作詞:A-plus, Adam Ryan Carter, Casual, Teren Delvon Jones, Duane Lee, Damian Siguenza
You don't have to worry any longer Yo, wait a damn minute Listen to the way the man spin it Even with improper diction I split in and gets ends
I'm lettin' suckas know I'm fin ta buck a bro The nigga figga he can dust a pro 'Fessional I test a fool I get a tool and beat him wit it He didn't see me wit it
And this is what I'ma do, tie the crime to you Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do I remember when I used to grind a few Indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School
But I told the Dean, 'Bye, fool' I graduated, he was a man I hated And I'm glad I made it, Hie-ro, I know, you know Fools know that my crew's so phat If niggas try to jack then I know they got my back A-Plus must bust the wack
I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit So peep the style and learn how to freak shit I hope ya learn how ta cope By the time you peep this shit here I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's To ya bitches and High School enemies All the hoes shoot me to the left and shit 'Cause my financial state was on deficit
But I really didn't trip, now I'm livin' phatter And then niggas don't matter A lot a rappers try frontin' on me Bet they ain't got nuttin' on me And ain't no way that buck can harm me
I turn the mouths of MC's into molecules 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Niggas locked onto me like my follicles I swallow fools with no regurgitation We hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my path
I bust asses, ya slow like molasses As this continues then you know the fastest Computing, looting, I gets the root of things Bitches with problems, I leave ya jaw numb
I slap hoes, my rap goes along With the flow of the song as I flow on the bong I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks, bind tricks Tie them up then I try and fuck
Then they die and what do I care? I dare hoes and prepare flows 'Cause I never spare those lives Who strives with knives and slice I paralyze ya twice with fear Del is nice to your ears
Not of hardest, artists going far jack off from Jupiter Because I'm shooting for the stars I'm a mack, never come wack Gimme a 30 second snippet I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper
Creep ya ass as the floor rocks We got the beat hittin' hard like four cops Shorts out my last record I write my rhymes nekkid, let me give you a tip I'm on the balls so just expect it
My rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids They tried to step and got fucked like they momma did By the Mr. Mostskill, I did ya hoe, still She's askin' for waxin' 'cause she heard a hoe squeal
Hoes, I'm getting more plays than Showtime The demon got ya screamin' with no shine No time for regular run of the the mill I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers Never no more the soul soldier
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