paroles de chanson Operation: Greenbacks - MF DOOM , King Geedorah , Megalon feat. China
[MF
Doom]
A
fly
tramp,
that's
what
she
called
me
'Cause
I
don't
wear
no
Stetson
hats
like
Paul
C
As
y'all
see,
who
give
a
fuck?
Who
know
what
is
it?
These
styles
will
be
flipped
to
the
absolute
exquisite
It's
like
a
blizzard,
soon
as
I
got
home
from
ATL
Looked
into
my
baby's
face,
my
boo
was
like
...
"Well!
I
know
your
types
of
clientele!
Thoughts,
needs"
As
I
held
her
firmly,
yet
gentle
as
the
soft
sea
She
said,
"The
one
with
the
horse
weave?"
The
pretty
one?"
All
crazy,
had
to
touch
the
tattoo
through
the
short
sleeve
Which
one
you
want?
I'm
like,
"If
there
was
comp?
Fuck
around,
a
nigga
like
me
probably
run
up
in
all
three!"
King
Geedorah
what
they
call
me,
either
caesar
or
baldy
Probably
half-boozed
since
last
y'all
saw
me
On
the
D-low,
I
slaughter
solo
emcees,
they
paper-thin
In
they
Polo,
Nautica,
or
DK
men
Amen!
It's
funny
how
significance
make
a
difference
Notice
parables
of
three
in
every
other
inference
For
instance:
"Who
wanna
battle?
On
the
real?
Choose
your
weapon:
microphone,
beats,
or
the
wheels-of-steel"
I
own
a
crown
in
all
three
for
getting
down
without
a
doubt
I'd
like
to
give
a
extra
special
out
To
Jet
Jaguar,
the
sun,
moon
and
star
The
Monster
Island
Czars
y'all
know
who
you
are
Get
that!
[Tommy
Gunn]
Coming
straight
from
the
black
lungs
I
rip
tracks
for
all
players
that
pack
guns
Stack
ones
in
packs,
done
and
doing
back-to-back
runs
To
my
peeps
that
close,
so's
ya'
knows
what's
up
Y'all
know
the
dough's
quick,
hoes
that
mess
with
5-O
shrimp
like,
"What?"
Like
they
wanna
shmoosh
us,
just
to
packing
the
pushers
I'm
packing
gat
then
bust
a
cap
at
po-po
If
they
catch
us
and
try
to
push
us
Since
when
a
MINY
nigga
don't
be
taking
no
shit?
I
be
that
drug
dealing
nigga
that
be
fucking
ya'
bitch!
[MF
Doom]
What
a
fella!
Like
Salt,
Pepa,
Spinderella
I
came
to
spark
the
deaf,
dumb
and
blind
like
Helen
Keller
If
I'm
not
with
George
of
the
Jungle,
if
he
not
with
Stella
Or
either
Priscilla,
I'm
doing
dips
on
Godzilla
Though
y'all
know
he
don't
play,
right?
TNT
throws
a
nigga
out
a
moving
van
in
broad
daylight
And
he
was
shackled
by
hands
and
feet
Then
they
say
he
tried
to
escape,
once
his
face
scraped
the
concrete
Near
the
curb
on
Monster
Island,
103
Street
Where
brothers
run
the
risk
of
getting
swallowed
once
the
Beast
eat
I'd
rather
lay
in
the
cut,
collect
cash
pay
Only
TNT
I
see
is
Gilligan's
castaway
With
Mary
Jane
and
Ginger
Oh,
from
which
you
spent
the
night
by
accident,
I
creep
like
a
ninja
When
the
mack
is
bent,
who
can
give
one
fuck?
Get
bucked,
get
broke
up
like
three-piece
nun-chucks
Y'all
sun
struck,
sick
to
they
head-piece
Three-headed
beast
brings
the
drama
to
a
dead
cease
(Get
that
money,
god)
Sick
to
they
head-piece
(Get
that
money,
god)
(Get
that
money,
god)
(Get
that
money,
god)
Greenbacks
...
the
meanest
green
stacks
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