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Tash - Blackula lyrics
[tash] yo, rogram where you at homey? [j-ro] At nighttime Im on the prowl, and Im livin foul like blackula Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula Cause Im flippin rhymes at three times the speed of lightning You dare to compare to the golden bear its kind of frightening You can meditate, til you levitate, but never rate Higher than a seven/eight, yeah I had to set em straight I know you feelin these, I ramsack yo facilities Im ill at ease, with these mcs, who aint got no abilities (get at me) I make mcs, run out like batteries I roll the bleeze and then I blow like cannonball adderly You try to get with likwit but yo brew aint cold enough Cold enough You try to get with likwit but yo brew aint cold enough Cold enough [tash] Ahhhh, yall aint even gotta clue what my clique gon do Fast money, fast cars, niggaz sleep until two My likwit niggaz roundezous, we cop kung-fus and split em When "the freaks come out at night" catash be right wit em Stone-faced, but only when Im loaded wit funs Big guns, Ill make you do the nestea plunge I only came to have some fun but I get caught up in the rapture I dont even write lyrics no more, I manufacture Cold shit, you know that old gold shit, that raw shit That drunken alkahol shit that make you say, "ahhh shit!" Them motherfuckers is too slick for michael We be creepin up on you like police on bikes Its the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight Its the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it.. [e-swift] Me and my niggaz out lookin for a party to crash Mashed out to long beach but we stop for some gas I pull in first, catash pulled in last J-ro steady rollin blunts of the moroccan hash [tash] Since its all about the cash, we ? ? on that smash Hit up four-five and carson, scoop xzibit and brad The sounds beatin so hard its vibratin my glass Blast, plus we drivin way too fast [e-swift] Slow down, you cant crash the whip Slow down and hit a dip Cause I paid a lot of money for this ? ? kit We runnin late for a show, we got this money to get The nightlifell have you caught up in all types of shit [tash] Like what? Like this, like that, like that like this I drink st. ides, I dont be fuckin with crist Cause we the type of clique that need to drink somethin stronger When tha liks is in the house, the party last longer [e-swift] I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs Who party down at the club and show tha liks love Even with creatine, injected in your spleen You couldnt compete with my all-star likwit team [tash] Cause tha liks reign supreme of all hip-hop scenes We heard about your bougie party, bumrushed it in jeans And still pulled the hoes most likely to succeed Where that nigga j-ro? -- most likely smokin weed Its the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight Its the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight [j-ro] Yo, check it out (uh-huh) Turn up the level more so I can hear the shit forever more I came out of nowhere, like predator Thats a metaphor, if you rap-impaired, you might say what happened there While the b-boys clap and cheer, bring that beat back in here! Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes Why you wanna bite mine?I blow you away like white lines I think you better let it go, get yo ass off my pedestal Before you need attention, and its gonna be medical If rap was basketball Id have the earl the pearl handles I drink everything but jack daniels Rap scandals, dont interest me, I dont get dressy Tha liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd messy Its the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight Its the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight |
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