Elem, opet zabadam sa textovima ;D
s' tim da batalih emo teme, evo sad nesto "ozbiljnije", barem repa sto se tice... x)
For all the player-haters, and the players that are hatin'
This is nigga Z's day, all g'z are celebrating
'cause i stepped in the game, givin' life to the west,
after all those emo lyrics, no one could've guessed,
that Z is a G, smokin' trees for real,
ballin' from the heights, Eastside, G-hill...
Livin' life on the left, dressed in khaki blue,
Chillin' in a Coupe DeVille, all you who "knew"
that i can't rap, bitches, suck my strap,
O.G's in a house, you'll get pimp slap'd
'cause you just can't rhyme, don't waste my time,
I'm hot like fuckin' sun, bitch you might go blind
if you stay too close, watchin' for my next move,
B.G. hide that piece, what do you try to prove?
No need to act ruff, 'cause we all got gunz,
This shit's 'bout the lyrics, and I got tonz
that will whoop your ass, that will show my class,
I'll break your freestyle like it's made from glass.
Remember that time, you were going in the club,
i was chillin' with my dogz, like i threw a slug,
when I yelled for a battle, you ran inside
why, bitch-ass nigga? you know you can't hide,
You call yourself a MC, you're a sorry excuse,
This shit ain't fishing, I wont let you loose,
just 'cause you're a small catch, better don't try to match
me on this, because i will stretch
your fickin' limbs in four directions
no, make it five, you'll get an erection,
when you see your momma, jumpin' on my dick,
didn't you realize that i'm too sick
for y'all faggy rappers, we the real gun-clappers
Killa-Californication, like the Hot Chilly Peppers
We the true Crip niggas, new era of G-funk
And you'll hear it best, 'cause you'll be in trunk
of my candy blue DeVille, while lowridin' through the city
bitch, don't answer this 'couse your lyrics were shitty
while you were alive, so you'd be wack dead man rappin'
so, be grateful, bitch, 'cause this is what will happen,
THIS will be the best lyric ever with you name on,
you'll get some attention, and forever you'll be gone...
s' tim da batalih emo teme, evo sad nesto "ozbiljnije", barem repa sto se tice... x)
For all the player-haters, and the players that are hatin'
This is nigga Z's day, all g'z are celebrating
'cause i stepped in the game, givin' life to the west,
after all those emo lyrics, no one could've guessed,
that Z is a G, smokin' trees for real,
ballin' from the heights, Eastside, G-hill...
Livin' life on the left, dressed in khaki blue,
Chillin' in a Coupe DeVille, all you who "knew"
that i can't rap, bitches, suck my strap,
O.G's in a house, you'll get pimp slap'd
'cause you just can't rhyme, don't waste my time,
I'm hot like fuckin' sun, bitch you might go blind
if you stay too close, watchin' for my next move,
B.G. hide that piece, what do you try to prove?
No need to act ruff, 'cause we all got gunz,
This shit's 'bout the lyrics, and I got tonz
that will whoop your ass, that will show my class,
I'll break your freestyle like it's made from glass.
Remember that time, you were going in the club,
i was chillin' with my dogz, like i threw a slug,
when I yelled for a battle, you ran inside
why, bitch-ass nigga? you know you can't hide,
You call yourself a MC, you're a sorry excuse,
This shit ain't fishing, I wont let you loose,
just 'cause you're a small catch, better don't try to match
me on this, because i will stretch
your fickin' limbs in four directions
no, make it five, you'll get an erection,
when you see your momma, jumpin' on my dick,
didn't you realize that i'm too sick
for y'all faggy rappers, we the real gun-clappers
Killa-Californication, like the Hot Chilly Peppers
We the true Crip niggas, new era of G-funk
And you'll hear it best, 'cause you'll be in trunk
of my candy blue DeVille, while lowridin' through the city
bitch, don't answer this 'couse your lyrics were shitty
while you were alive, so you'd be wack dead man rappin'
so, be grateful, bitch, 'cause this is what will happen,
THIS will be the best lyric ever with you name on,
you'll get some attention, and forever you'll be gone...
