Letra de The Corpse Came To Dinner de Brotha Lynch Hung
Letras de Brotha Lynch Hung
Letra de The Corpse Came To Dinner
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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