Текст песни Goin In - Kool G Rap
[?]
Home
of
the
thoroughbreds,
Ya
Know
Humphrey
productions,
let's
go
They
got
the
whole
world
counting
on
this
come
back
City
to
city
like
where
the
fuck
your
son
at?
Wasting
too
much
time
fucking
with
them
dumb
rats
Whoever
slept
on
the
boy,
shouldn't
have
done
that
Now
go
stand
in
the
corner,
put
on
your
dunce
hat
He
cocked
both
of
his
guns
back
He
about
to
make
a
call
to
Cali
for
his
Spanish
Muscle
Then
I'mma
spin
one
of
you
niggas
like
the
Spanish
hustle
Be
from
Queens,
were
the
can
is
muffled
His
move
was
shaking
so
hard
He
turned
the
land
to
rubble
Dumb
dopes
just
opened
up
a
can
of
trouble
I
bet
my
life
on
it
mack
That
this
is
the
gambler's
double
It's
not
a
good
look,
don't
make
the
map
paint
a
picture
Give
rose
beds
put
your
head
with
a
train
of
clickers
I
see
you
niggas
not
seeing
like
a
gang
of
Hitlers
With
arose
and
a
black
cloud
it's
gonna
bring
a
twister
Surgical
scrubs,
check
Surgical
gloves,
check
I
murder
you
mugs,
check
Now
clear
I'm
about
to
go
in
Mags
with
a
muz[?],
check
Sponge
for
the
blood,
check
Now
give
'em
the
drugs,
check
And
clear
I'm
about
to
go
in
Scissors
and
knife,
check
Now
give
me
some
lights,
check
Six
of
them
wipes,
check
And
clear
I'm
about
to
go
in
Pistol
and
lube,
Tech
A
few
of
them
tubes,
check
Some
medical
glue,
check
Now
clear
I'm
about
to
go
in
There's
only
room
in
this
town
for
one
dude
in
black
And
I'll
pack
lead
in
your
back
like
school
is
back
I'll
leave
you
niggas
with
waves
like
it's
a
hula
snack
You
look
a
little
tired
homie,
you
could
use
a
nap
You
ain't
got
to
tell
me
twice
where
the
food
is
at
He
keeps
shots
in
his
arms
like
a
user's
tracts
Dum-Dums
all
in
his
guns
like
it's
a
foolish
strap
No
childlike
skipping
here
True
pursuit
are
back
Mine
is
enterprise
crime,
you's
a
petty
crook
You
throw
that
hoodie
on
it's
about
to
be
a
heavy
tux
I'm
about
to
leave
a
smoke
cloud
like
some
Deli[?]
Kush
Well,
well,
well
lookie
what
we
have
here
Shell,
shell,
shell,
nobody
now
the
path
clear
Nothing
but
cash
here
Y'all
are
just
looking
half
queer
Sixteen
ruler
head[?]
like
I'm
about
to
smash
deers
And
put
'em
in
the
grass
dere
Be
on
their
last
steers
I
leave
your
head
missing
a
solid
like
it's
a
bad
peer
I'm
about
to
put
my
flag
here
Save
your
wack
verses
OK
[?]
I
don't
feel
your
raps
And
you
don't
know
me
boy,
don't
try
to
get
familiar
cat
A
ring
of
chains
trying
to
tangle
with
these
silverbacks
A
couple
of
things
from
out
the
pen
to
leave
them
real
relaxed[?]
You
had
your
run
time
the
fun's
over,
chill
with
that
You're
Fred
Flintstone
nigga
Where
your
Wilma
at?
I'm
onto
my
dividends,
was
born
for
the
intimates
Your
toddlers
in
the
play
pen
Was
G
upon
the
entrance
[?]
The
dope
man
is
coming
with
the
thick/fix
syringe
I
see
your
pay
day
is
Friday
Some
drinks
again
[?]
You
made
a
little
name
but
now
your
flame
is
flickering
Only
they
counting
as
if
this
cheddar
never
makes
it
friend
Me
on
this
grind
heading
for
the
strips
again
Clown
don't
make
me
come
around
and
make
me
have
to
spit
your
Ken[?]
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.