M.M.O. - A jazzy rhyme
Tekst :
[Intro: Naisha (Triggnomm)]
Yo this shit s recording kid
So drop some jazz shit (drop some shit)
Drop some jazzy shit, (put the blunts down)
Drop some jazzy shit, (son set it off, set it off)
[Naisha]
The State of Naisha, mug like Tai Yung
Piss fruit wine, travel like fruit flies
Through blue skies, America, San Pucci can take
Cushion, I owe extinction, and play bronze
Wit violins, we deep like talons
It s Costello, the classic M.J. smoke weed says
Live like the life on ya R.C.A.
The odyssey, blood and poetry, the shako wit pottery
A mockery, to slay me a Mussolini wit Kennedy
Muscle me, Emilio Savage team
Goodfellas is obscene, my off the can is fuck up the scene
Bonjour Madame, sushi, you bleed burgundy
Oh sanata, doing a bada, Benjamin on Pearl Harbor
Uh, you feeling it, spoke the smooth words of Shawn Carter
My day will hood ya rob saga, the city in red
Seen the crew, dealt the income, seven P.M.
Bermuda tennis, remember in the A.M.
Shit like stankon, or bredren, we spread like tiger bomb
Twisted and feel it on, black espionage
Bump Nas, crack the Naisha, all in favor
[Chorus 2X: Triggnomm]
It s a jazzy rhyme from the J to the Z
Wit a classic shine like a 98 M3
Smooth as Badu, slow mo from Malibu
To Honolulu, The Massive, we comin through
[Triggnomm]
Peep the latest, medallions players
My scene is a drop top black Beem, interior mint green
Plus loaded, pass Naish the dice, bet he roll it
4-5-6, stock bank, now we holdin
Niggas is cucci, we absolutely get the lucci
Son, I love money, like Ricky love Lucy
In fact, I know this cat in Colorado named Ricardo
Pushin milato s, money and murder was his motto
He read the Bible, that s only cuz he live the trifle
New his days were numbered the surface of disciple
Meanwhile, he stay browsin for housin
Cuz black cats just can t play these maps wit thousands
Ice jewels, cuz cash rule, keep a two
True hard knock, take that ass straight to school, son
I got a feeling we gon rise this far
Word bonds, scratchin my palm, eatin shrimp parmegan
True Don Juan, wit the iced out clusters on
You gots to hustle, then son, get ya hustle on
You gots to gamble, then son, get ya gamble on
Big Trigga, best believe, I m gon handle long
[Chorus 4X]
Inne utwory
Criminal island Old timers Hotel hoodlums Everyday Warriorz Foundation Lollypopp katz Stop playing games Home sweet home Kinda hard Spit liquids Last days On the front line Face off F.A.G. Losowe utwory
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I ll wage thee!
I ll ne er blame my partial fancy;
for no-one could resist my Nancy;
for see her was to love her,
Love but...
I can hear earthly sounds
Rising from the ground
Through the atmosphere
Are you foe? Or are you friend?
What do you intend?
Is there need to fear?
Astro storm
No communication to be found
Please inform
Am I headed for a friendly town?
Crash! A flash in the sky
Smash in your life.
...
Should I write myself out of the history books,
and mark a place in time for every chance you took,
Don t get me wrong I know you ve got your life in place -
I ve yet to take the hint,
Some day
I m sure I ll get the picture,
and stop waiting up...
When...
And when she lies
You can see it in her eyes
That she is untrue uh uh - she lies
And then she tries
She tries it with disguse
You know she is untrue uh - uh - She loves you
And...
[Product G&B]
Oh yeah.. (G&B)
Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.)
Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah)
Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo)
Oooooh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh
Yeahhh, yeahhhh
When you re living your life (when you re living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There s no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break...