paroles de chanson Nicee - Trainspotters

U-town, late nite, cans rattelin
Give us sum cash man, we're past battelin
I ain't havin it, been practicin
Done seen life's bitch ass, grabbin it
Treat the beat like i'm mad at it
Straight rap addict, watch me take a stab at it
Random bastards, marijuana maniacs
Blazin raps yo we takin it back
To the basement, dreamin bout makin it man
An that fat wack rapper with his face in my hand
Always placin em grams in other people's pocket
For profit, no nonsense, i wan it an im on it, the bong bitch
I'm kaplan aint i, the same guy
In the german tent with brains fried
Vern on the side had the same vibe
Dues paid, hands down, we claim now
Ricky rewind, flitch on speed dial
Cookin up that sticky cream pie
On knees while she's gulpin it up
Y'know i'm always out scopin for butt
Knowin is tough i have em chokin on nuts
On her last back up piece, smokin the stuff
Tokin it up with my lungs bout to bust but
That's how kap likes to stay, fucked
Dope-DO got em, no role model
Out of shape like two liter coke bottles
Tokin full throttle, fuck sam and max
I answer bastards if you random axe
An i answer fast if it's bout hasch
Thas kap, an thas that, biiitch
Still on tha tip never gon quit
Highness over vinyls, this our biz

I really need to be hittin panels more
Right now cap can't control his can control
But i'm workin all the time perfectin
Outlines an seconds i'm about my perfection
No lessons needed here, enough school
Ion trust you, lifestyle, fuck rules
One, two, the first and second
Hittin bases, daily sessions
Out with another banger for hater vengeance
Green pipes underground like we play nintendo
It's been essential
You'll have a sentimental and instrumental endin
To your so called rap, ye we slomo chopped
Stayin slomoed up til they get me boxed
Cuz this way of life will end ya
Dirty north, he som hänn he hänn hänna
Smokin when i'm, gettin in an out of the bed
Head heavy, stomach pumpin, eyes red
D2ds, write colored lines
Biz on lock, white collared crimes
No suits and ties, youtube late times
Usually i, stay high an made my
Way up by talkin bout how much i use
How nuffin's cool, bumpin screw
Bout how sumones boo's tryna get sum
An how i never stress sess blunts, an the next one
Is prolly gon be like the first
Prolly gon feel like stompin a verse
Bomb drop, skateboard, won't stop, break more
Truth in the booth, off the top, is the tape on
Hell yeah, we storin material
Is george an ricky recordin, here we go