paroles de chanson Dead - Drew Davis

We pumpin' out gas
People need change, the tank filled up
I don't need chains to hold me down
I want plaques let that build up, like no toothbrush
People look at ya'll and think "knee slap"
We break kneecaps, we see cap
Dutches flyin' like sea captain, weeds wrapped
Won't partake, I pump fakes
You pump brakes, react dumb late
The front ends, it made niggas cringe
My conditions mint, though it's meant to see an early end
That's just shit racists folks won't admit 'til a nigga lynched
I am a Gorrilla in the Mist, like Ice Cube, but melt ice sheets
Globe trot with a flamethrower, draggin' heat
I'm the shepherd of the black sheep, on the lam with Lamborghini speed
Good God, I served product in front of police
They stared me down, but ain't stop for me (No, no, no, no)
Smiled like Eazy, R.I.P
Back seat rappers dead, wrapped in sheets
Still no wrap sheet, boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat
Bro off the block like track cleats
Track meet, bitch lap me up
I'm a mathlete runnin' numbers up
These niggas mad weak like a bad week, they last week

H.N.I.C like H.B.C.U dean
Rap niggas in general, no ranking
Get these rings, better stack yo team
Gon' make these hits like drugs and fiends
Boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat

I ain't finna mince words, militant
Go on tour & serve, I got waves you surf
I don't get sentimental, with my dogs fuck a kennel (With my doggs)
Otp, call center (Otp)
She want sax like tenor (She want sex!)
Directing Jaws, call me Spielberg
They sayin' damn like Duckworth, you ain't worth a damn
So duck, I'm huntin' first runner up (God damn it)

Schoolin' like Hoover, I'm Rugters with Rugers
Anointed as knights, dark turn to light
Changin' the mood, you lounge like hookahs
Who could've thought about shit that I dreamed up
Boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat
Boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat

Ou
Schoolin' like Groovy, I Q
She a dirty devil vacuum goin' down south, no bayou
Team better when it lack you and no we don't run it by you (No we don't run it that way)
You out of bounds n' smell afoul
My girl bad, the money mold her like X-Files (Yeah?)
Creatin' XXX files, "Sad!" it's R.I.P XXX now (X-X-X-X)
Temptations rough n' ain't shit sweet, that's the next isle
Shits creek where these niggas drown
Shallow as a queen with a fake crown
Ways of hypocrites, I ain't hip to it
Hip to pot, I moved tons of pounds

Schoolin' like Hoover, I'm Rugters with Rugers
Anointed as knights, dark turn to light
Changin' the mood, you lounge like hookahs
Who could've thought about shit that I dreamed up
Boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat
Boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat

(Boy got bands... back streets)
(Be here if we lacked heat, nigga)