Letra de Datz What I Said de Brotha Lynch Hung f/ Loki
Letras de Brotha Lynch Hung f/ Loki
Letra de Datz What I Said
Brotha lynch (verse 1)
Now i'm the type'a nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed/ sleep witcha wife then/ commence the knifin'/ get away clean with the scheme, glock 17, in my lap, as i creep away in the black cadillac/ cause you know i got shit to do, fake id cause i been murderin' muthaf*ckas like- who?- hiv/ as i creep real slow thu ya blood vessels- and then?- five weeks later nigga god bless ya/ now i'm stressed with the smith and wess/ my music career aint been the best/ bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress/ bitch make my money right, or get ya throat slit and drug in the bushes as ya, inside gushes/ then i'm smashin' through the night- in what?- mazaratti with the posse hittin' corners hella tight- yeah right- nigga you know i'm right (oh)/ my momma taught me nigga don't give a f*ck/ and when i die, cover me in a joint and smoke me up
Chorus (4x)
that's what i said...
Loki (verse 2)
i'm high up out the hocus pocus, my diagnosis is a murderous psychosis and muthaf*ckas know this/ i'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade and hand you the pineapple and say "here muthaf*cka, hold this (oh no)/ loki and the murder show/ the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo/ we see an alibi's provided/ we creep'd in and now my niggas ridin'/ slips clips in jump in and do that shit smokin' buddah shit/ see when they say siccmade it and whispers that it taste-es bitter, blowin' muthaf*ckas in to smita-(reens)/ triple x liquor/ with nothin' but curses in our verses, obscene/ unfit for major mainstream magazines/ lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited, i mean/ we got the v-8 for ya gangsta lean/ i seen, war machines and street marines, dirty ninas in the hands of ghetto fiends/ i'm caught between, the hard life and ghetto dreams/ got schemes/ with black berets and getaways like oj (clean)/ don't get got, she got the cannabalistic q-zine/ and the illegitimate got another 16 (ha ha)/ you see the front page news only show the inmates and not the cage while, elections play with the public's rage/ f*ck those that criticize, let 'em lead our lives/ do the shit we done and then say that we were right
Chorus
Brotha lynch (verse 3)
Black pits in the backyard, i don't feed 'em/ gotta buy 'bout a pit a week, cause they gotta eat/ off that mad dog 20/20 i'm 'bout ta take my money/ ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage/ understand this, radiation and mushroom blast/ it's almost 20 g, gotta plot my shit and get my cash/ d-dub around the corner in the im-pala/ zig-zag in the trash can with the auto mag last time i saw her/ beta (what) stand lookout by the liqour store/ loki, hear some movement, nigga you know, do that ho/ times murder so i'm time plottin', creep, with a hand cannon takin' out every nigga bandstandin'/ cause i'm aggressive like a wolverine/ b done caught that ass and got out the gasoline, hot out ya worsest dream/ then it all adds up (to what?) sittin' in hawaii wit' a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff
Chorus
Now i'm the type'a nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed/ sleep witcha wife then/ commence the knifin'/ get away clean with the scheme, glock 17, in my lap, as i creep away in the black cadillac/ cause you know i got shit to do, fake id cause i been murderin' muthaf*ckas like- who?- hiv/ as i creep real slow thu ya blood vessels- and then?- five weeks later nigga god bless ya/ now i'm stressed with the smith and wess/ my music career aint been the best/ bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress/ bitch make my money right, or get ya throat slit and drug in the bushes as ya, inside gushes/ then i'm smashin' through the night- in what?- mazaratti with the posse hittin' corners hella tight- yeah right- nigga you know i'm right (oh)/ my momma taught me nigga don't give a f*ck/ and when i die, cover me in a joint and smoke me up
Chorus (4x)
that's what i said...
Loki (verse 2)
i'm high up out the hocus pocus, my diagnosis is a murderous psychosis and muthaf*ckas know this/ i'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade and hand you the pineapple and say "here muthaf*cka, hold this (oh no)/ loki and the murder show/ the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo/ we see an alibi's provided/ we creep'd in and now my niggas ridin'/ slips clips in jump in and do that shit smokin' buddah shit/ see when they say siccmade it and whispers that it taste-es bitter, blowin' muthaf*ckas in to smita-(reens)/ triple x liquor/ with nothin' but curses in our verses, obscene/ unfit for major mainstream magazines/ lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited, i mean/ we got the v-8 for ya gangsta lean/ i seen, war machines and street marines, dirty ninas in the hands of ghetto fiends/ i'm caught between, the hard life and ghetto dreams/ got schemes/ with black berets and getaways like oj (clean)/ don't get got, she got the cannabalistic q-zine/ and the illegitimate got another 16 (ha ha)/ you see the front page news only show the inmates and not the cage while, elections play with the public's rage/ f*ck those that criticize, let 'em lead our lives/ do the shit we done and then say that we were right
Chorus
Brotha lynch (verse 3)
Black pits in the backyard, i don't feed 'em/ gotta buy 'bout a pit a week, cause they gotta eat/ off that mad dog 20/20 i'm 'bout ta take my money/ ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage/ understand this, radiation and mushroom blast/ it's almost 20 g, gotta plot my shit and get my cash/ d-dub around the corner in the im-pala/ zig-zag in the trash can with the auto mag last time i saw her/ beta (what) stand lookout by the liqour store/ loki, hear some movement, nigga you know, do that ho/ times murder so i'm time plottin', creep, with a hand cannon takin' out every nigga bandstandin'/ cause i'm aggressive like a wolverine/ b done caught that ass and got out the gasoline, hot out ya worsest dream/ then it all adds up (to what?) sittin' in hawaii wit' a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff
Chorus
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