Armada Seanprice Church Cln
preparation... (loud mouth,quiet!)
Hey, yo, listen,
Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage
Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
Distributed through out the hood, (**********), what's good?
Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting
(**** it,) now I'm forced to box
You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac
You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks
Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude
But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir --
(Jesus Price has all the time)
Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll ****** is foul
(**** it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line
Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock
These (******) ain't ready for war, let 'em know
I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation
In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing
Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing
After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping **** up
They could be trying to piece ya faces back together
You keep on playing, you hear?
Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name
The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window
Get ya window shot up, in a residential area
And left, (****) a ocean and sea-ment you
This time it's the principality, punk
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk
Push your **** all the way off, a producer para-loser
Yeah, (*****), that's you, chump
All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz
And the Beast Master, take a stab at me
See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne
Nappy piece to be praying for ya (******)
While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll *******, choir
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*****), she breakdance and bomb trains
The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread
Asking you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas)
Yeah, ya'll (******) 'ready to die', blast the sket
And then you realize, ain't no (*******) "life after death"
Smash your chest with a (*******) medicine ball
You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll
Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir
Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you ****** is fired
The fire supplier, forget your squad
(*****), I'm **** like the tits on Oz, get your nod off
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Armada Seanprice Church ClnLRC歌词
[00:00.00]preparation... (loud mouth,quiet!)
[00:19.88]Hey, yo, listen,
[00:21.30]Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
[00:23.95]Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage
[00:26.46]Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
[00:28.94]Distributed through out the hood, (**********), what's good?
[00:31.72]Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting
[00:35.03](**** it,) now I'm forced to box
[00:36.97]You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac
[00:39.18]You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks
[00:42.05]Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude
[00:45.63]But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir --
[00:48.14](Jesus Price has all the time)
[00:52.23]Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll ****** is foul
[00:56.16](**** it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line
[00:58.14]Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock
[01:01.32]These (******) ain't ready for war, let 'em know
[01:04.15]I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation
[01:06.40]In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing
[01:09.04]Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing
[01:11.82]After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping **** up
[01:15.05]They could be trying to piece ya faces back together
[01:17.98]You keep on playing, you hear?
[01:19.97]Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name
[01:22.35]The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain
[01:25.36]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[01:30.03]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[01:32.84]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[01:35.96]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[01:40.66]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[01:43.46]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[01:45.99]Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
[01:49.37]You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window
[01:52.00]Get ya window shot up, in a residential area
[01:54.93]And left, (****) a ocean and sea-ment you
[01:57.17]This time it's the principality, punk
[01:59.57]You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk
[02:02.32]Push your **** all the way off, a producer para-loser
[02:04.84]Yeah, (*****), that's you, chump
[02:07.58]All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
[02:10.28]You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz
[02:12.66]And the Beast Master, take a stab at me
[02:15.53]See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne
[02:18.31]Nappy piece to be praying for ya (******)
[02:20.70]While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll *******, choir
[02:23.58](Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
[02:29.25]Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*****), she breakdance and bomb trains
[02:31.82]The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread
[02:34.33]Asking you car banger, and she go all way
[02:36.56]She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas)
[02:39.53]Yeah, ya'll (******) 'ready to die', blast the sket
[02:41.72]And then you realize, ain't no (*******) "life after death"
[02:44.56]Smash your chest with a (*******) medicine ball
[02:47.21]You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll
[02:49.79]Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir
[02:52.82]Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you ****** is fired
[02:55.78]The fire supplier, forget your squad
[02:58.62](*****), I'm **** like the tits on Oz, get your nod off
[03:01.54]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[03:05.70]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[03:08.57]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[03:11.54]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[03:16.45]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[03:19.44]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
