Songtexte CHAIN McFLY - 2real Chain

Wilt Chainberlain
Call myself Wilt Chainberlain
Cause I'm drop'n a hunnit points
Every time I touch the booth
Yea
Drank'n mud Hi-Tec, Yea
Ba-DaDaDaDa-Dum

I'm Drank'n mud Hi-Tech
Yea
Totin' a Kill-Tec
I'm
Moon walk'n thru' muddy grass
Smooth Criminal
I... Must be Michael Jackson bad
HK-40 Time machine leave niggas 'inna past
Nickname my weapon Doc
Back to the Future
Yea
Marty McFly
I'm making time travelers out they ass
I feel like the dead be stalk'n me
They close I hear them talk'n
All night bump'n (Demon Fight) thru' my speakers
So I can't hear they ass
Fight'n Sleep, Flood'n my mind 'wit beats
Sorry for my sleep walk'n
Pets inside my crib I know you
Hear them dawgs inside here bark'n
Shut the door
Don't touch my radio
Unless you rather be walk'n
Six 12's like Webbie
Bump'n Chain let'n my speakers blast

'Uhh-Uhh
Okay
Okay
You wan' beef wit' me 'Uh-huh okay
Well that's what we gone do
Be on
Your way
Your way
What's this location why you sent that
If you want that
Come and get that
I won't bring that shit to you
Hear them sirens when they com'n
Go home quick to watch the news
I know thug and gangsta' vibes
But I don't get them vibes from you
Okay
Okay
Yea

Billie Jean
Don't lie to me
That was not my son ma'am
Bullets carry niggas just like wings
Okay
Hothead nigga say he a hotboy
Go to hell and be hot then
Sad to end in flames when you was raised in faith
Dumb nigga don't flex me 'nun yo muscles
'You'nt put no fear in me boy
Big Gun
Gone bench press all yo brains away
You can Huff 'N Puff
Act tuff
But you ain't tuff like how this pistol tuff
You wanna punch
Nigga then punch this Glock-19 'inna face

Smoke alarms
Going off in my head from 'allese fire ass bars
Asking God
Can he bless my rod I feel 'desse niggas fraud
Hol'n On'nu whatever that's left inside this cold ass heart
Oh my God
Here these niggas go acting so tuff & hard
Patience
When I blow tho' its gone be a celebration
Humble
Whole time know'n I was raw wait'n to say sum
Com'n 'round me actin' like you love me
'Onnat brother shit
Gang came out my mouth that was 'bout 2Real
Not that other shit
Handful 'uh niggas tried to play me like a bitch B'fo
You heard 'uh that but
You ain't heard from them again tho'
I know I 'wun raised this way
The streets made me this way
I'm traumatized
Yea
Anything make me smile they wan'see taken away
Yea
Smoke Alarms
Smoke Alarms
Yea, Yea

Drank'n mud Hi-Tech
Yea
Totin' a Kill-Tec
I'm
Moon walk'n thru' muddy grass
Smooth Criminal
I... Must be Michael Jackson bad
HK-40 Time machine leave niggas 'inna past
I can't rap 'bout shit that I ain't did or 'nun I ain't Done
Too many real problems in my life
Why would I fake one