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Delinquent Habits - Here Come the Horns lyrics
Here comes the horns... (Verse 1) Step back when I bring the swing Like the american pastime That alow deliver to stack up black night Makin' all funky like a futa Hang, four to you make more funky like a from free Masta, blocked like a ketshup scream Is so MB in sun llamas to you funk that grill Is the same delificius at the radios' DJ The fake at the album collection, lookin' lookin' Rusia, puro delinquente session From sun up to sun down on a heart is my pleassure Put on maleta, now I can see you Thinkin' to yourself, dam I wish like to be you Wishin' we could be fool as harvest bit club You pal never trust to mark wako back yard party That is on town, is on town... That grows like the weels Can't loco with sprees Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me Ha, you can't beat me Fool, is so easy Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north So sit back and freest youself... CHORUS: Here Comes The Horns... (x 3) (Verse 2) Faullin' yourselves to bringin' mis rolas and we collect shit You test a lot at your party, potion to blade this It's all I got a bence so that the story estan it Come in my side get the braise you need to stay braned Yo, one of this story is part of something to happened Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last tasted Some skin light man give me some psychedelic Where all be drump and the shit, so pomp nigga smell it They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits give it Rappin' and --- is solamente we wanna ripp it You hit this tasted will you do to keep you suffer now Mio-mine, some very wine probe a good time They will do we though And all the shit we do Los delinquentes hoo.... (CHORUS) (Verse 3) El ritmo latino mas fino es lo que traigo Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo Yo puedo mas facil contigo sin mis amigos Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo Calmate cuate, yo tengo razón Dime como quiere bronca con el mas chingón A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente Si me cruzas boom te tumbo todos los dientes... No se que menace is comin' is poppa si yo voy check it out Fuckin' like a flame, my habits, watch out better bro Comin' and they see me brazos de steel faction I still clamin' kickin' lower eastside section If moki wanna blood, fool your better brotha Cuz it's checkin' a bro, proudin' con nigga brotha Delinquent Habits' zoom at the north So sit back and freest youself... (CHORUS) |
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