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Ghostface Killah
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Poisonous Darts
作词:Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs
Let's see you try the water technique
The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think That the Earth can absorb water
The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think That the Earth can absorb water
What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless Showin' out of this world, stranded on Uranus
With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural Like soybean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine, I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns
The segment, rare fragment comes together Like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet Goin' through mad phases of all ages Killa beez locked the fuck up behind cages
The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze Press call ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller Tucker sleepin' gas umbrella A war where they're gunnin' in the back of Armanbella
Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session It's over, I file this and glow like fluorescent
The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think That the Earth can absorb water
Yo, yo, methods of blow like snow constant cash flow Rockin' a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes Mega powder drippin' from they nose Fuckin' Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose
Send 'em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites Only Built for Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holdin' money that's convertible, beds with feathered bags With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad
You onionhead niggaz spread out and parlay Yo, Rae, these itch days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped Jakes label God crack cocaine
Why Equality Self God, yeah, yeah, you know it kid Ricki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig He's rockin' Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money swearin' like he's on
But anyway back to furry kangols Jamaican wallabees My back is on the wall, bombin' devils with trick-knowledgy My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards Next year two hundred niggaz comin' with swords
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