Текст песни Loungin' - Marky Mark And The Funky Bunch feat. Donnie Wahlberg

Yeah, how ya livin', B?
Yo I'm loungin'
Yeah, how ya livin' skee?
Yo I'm just loungin', B
Yeah, how ya livin', G?
Yo I'm just loungin', B
Yeah, how ya livin'?
I'm loungin'
Here's a brief verbal lyrical masterpiece,
Comin' direct from the Eastcoast beast,
I release
And increase skills of rhyme flowin'
Reason for frontin' cause kids are not knowin'
What's goin' down,
Mark got styles you never heard,
In Beantown I get more props than Larry Bird,
It's open and closed caption rhyme and ruff raptioned
Flirtation across the nation,
Kids they make a verdict but yet
They never heard it,
On stage I get pervert-ic,
On the mic I get absurd-ic,
So act like ya know the flavors when it's
Kickin' out, stickin' out like a sore thumb, ya want some?
The double "M" got ya hangin' by a limb,
It gets grim so never mistake me for him,
While you're strugglin' for them punks pape's you're scroungin',
Best believe that Marky Mark be loungin'
Yeah, how ya livin', B?
Yo I'm loungin'
Yeah, how ya livin' B?
Yo I'm just loungin', Skee
Yeah, how ya livin', G?
Yo I'm just loungin', B
Yeah, how ya livin'?
Oh shit in comes the trasher,
Rollin' it's raps new harasser, blaster
Comin' straight at ya to match ya
Weak crew 'cause I'm a crew stopper,
America's brand new pro 92' rhyme dropper,
Set 'em up I bet I wet 'em up in a warm up,
M.C.s please hit the shelter, storms up!
Respect, eject off my rep, rap culture back up,
Donnie D's raisin' the track up,
Ya 'bout to see a fist full of fury,
Better pay the judge and the jury,
Or shit'll get blurry,
I soak up the goods like hood,
At night I live right, takin' airplane flight after flight,
Major prop-age, cause I pump pure hip-hopage,
Booty kids cease on the stoppage, check it
Donnie D and M-A-R-K pounds,
Lettin' off rounds when I lounge
So, how ya livin', B?
Yo I'm loungin'
Yeah, how ya livin', B?
I guess I'm just loungin', Skee
Yeah, how ya livin', Skee?
You know I'm still loungin' B
Yeah, how you livin'?
I'm loungin'
Yo how ya livin', G?
I'm loungin', Skee
Yeah, how ya livin' B?
Yo I'm just loungin', Skee
Yeah, how ya livin', G?
I guess I'm still loungin' Skee
Here's a fat sixteen from a potent M.C.
Hey yo, I run the hardcore streets
Flowin' raps over hardcore beats, the place heats,
I hold my own when blows are thrown,
Keep dippin' and stickin',
Deliverin' and ass-kickin',
The hoops and haps for havin' ruff raps,
I trust that you better come prone for combat,
And I figure I'll come bigger than your best man,
For 20 grand do him in wit' an ill plan,
So watch where ya step, it's trifle,
Two barrels of a rifle, a straight up disciple,
Comin' at ya, comin' at ya, comin' at ya ass and,
Big checks I'm cashin', big heads I'm smashin',
So if ya frontin' ya can't do shit for me, kid,
So step before ya get swept,
A hung like a hanger, big diesel wallbanger
I betcha while you're scroungin', Monk D be loungin'
Yeah, how ya livin, B?
Yo I'm loungin', Skee
Yeah, how ya livin', B?
Yo I'm just loungin', Skee
Yeah, how ya livin', G?
I guess I'm still loungin', B
Yeah, how ya livin'?
I'm loungin'
How ya livin', B?
Yo I'm lougin', Skee
Yeah, how ya livin', B?
Yo I'm just loungin', Cheese
Yeah, how ya livin', Monk D?
Yo I'm loungin', Cheese
Yeah, how ya live?
I lounge.