paroles de chanson Danger Zone - K-Rino

I'ma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since I'm laid back I guess he think I'm a sucker
One little, two little biters, now they gone
South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone

On the cool I hang with killers, dope dealers, ex-cap pillers
Mercenary murderous maniac mug drillers
Street thugs, crazy crews and blood spillers
Catastrophical combinations of casket fillers
Oh you cracking, cranking up all this drama
Cool, somebody go pick him up and call his mama
'86 'cause I ain't joking, I break tricks
When it comes to pulling some like that singing group, so come let's take six
Yo, happy birthday to you
'Cause I'm about to run revolution through you
I'm coming out to buck them like Rambo, my damn fool
I'll slam yo ass hard 'cause I am your worse nightmare
I might square you off solid, take the last dollar out your wallet
Peace to Louis Farrakhan and Brother Khalid
Ain't no depressing this solid savage life decimate
Cops steady arresting this mean massacre specialist
I'm free stroking, man you think I'm joking
Out of ten next to break in I'm leaving twenty of 'em broken
When I'm chasing 'em, I get hyper when I'm racing them
It's like ice cream and milk on some legs when I'm tasting them
Boom! I came out the womb to cause doom
Had to leave the Universe 'cause there wasn't enough room
For my brain to think, I'ma hit him with a fast shank
Let him drop, I fill him up like a gas tank

I'ma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since I'm laid back I guess he think I'm a sucker
One little, two little biters, now they gone
South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone

I got styles sharp as the guillotine, you panic until I walk,
Come witness wizardry from this killer hawk
Lyricist, K-Rino in effect, my deepness not proven yet
Teleport the heaviest objects, cause wreck while not moving yet
Stand back 'cause I don't feel like crushing your style today
You missed with the gun to my head but I hit you from a mile away
Lock him up in a room where struggling MCs caught him up in a breeze
Like killer bees, how the hell did he freeze, it's damn near 130 degrees
I'm venomous like a snake but I don't rattle like the rest of them
A silencer vocally causing explosions in the chest of them
Where's my book? Who the hell took my book? I'll leave them in stitches
I'll leave them in ditches, punk-ass hoes be falling down like London s
See my clique, no it's not a game but we'll gang up quick
See if you want to bang, throw them thangs up tricks
Let gangsters be gangsters, but we ain't the ones
'Cause gangsters ain't the only people who pack the guns
See NIP got the clip, Point Blank got the shank
Cat pulled a gat, Dope-E drove a tank
Egypt E made 'em flee, DBX broke they necks
A.C. Chill pass the drill, Ruff Eyeque got the tecks
My vocals fast, outrunning the lyrics, you stuck in the past, I hung 'em at last
Our rap blast left him mentally trash with his tongue in a cast
I flow, ain't nobody wrecking K-Rino
So grab your heart and tell Elizabeth you're coming to join her, ho

I'ma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since I'm laid back I guess he think I'm a sucker
One little, two little biters, now they gone
South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone