RZA, Diaz, Petter - On Tha Ground lyrics

[RZA, Diaz, Petter - On Tha Ground lyrics]

This is not those two DJ's, not Touch
Not Wop not that skinny bitch Cameron
Although she's hot not those brothers Tony
Wanted to pop me in that movie
Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz
Y'all can sue me any beat given to me, shit
I'll close it down in and out the booth
Hot like we supposed to sound
Now who holds the crown? Yo
Let's split it four ways
I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway

Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler
Fr dessa snubbars problem
Jag silar snacket p scen
Det r vad dom sger nr jag har gtt
Vad dom skriver p sitt nt
Hur jag lt, hur jag var
Vad jag sa, var jag bra
Var jag keff, var jag deff
Var jag aight, var jag tight


Var jag nice, var jag bajs
Var jag ingenting alls
Var jag kung, var jag tung (Fuck that shit)
Om do inte diggar min stil man
(Nigga, fuck that shit)

Don't fuck with my money, son
Don't fuck with my bitch
Don't fuck with my lab and
Don't fuck with my whip
Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip
Or I might get the Glock, son
And fuck with this clip
Blast off the Remingtons
Steel shots got you tremblin'
Runnin' so fast you lost the
Tree off the Timberland's
Flamed from the heat I squeeze
Feel the adrenaline
And we could bust shots like
We cowboys and Indians

Yo let the world witness some real
Shit 'bout to go down
RZA program, NY mixed with Europe sound
When it's laid, history already made
We broke gates across waters, across lands
Across borders
Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school
Tell ya next to kin in act two
This is my chance to blast through
And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too
Down here on the ground -?

Nigga-nigga-nigga what?
Down here on the ground, we fuck niggas up
We break shit down, yo look
The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs
Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep
Their coochie wet
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I'm a super nova
Controller of the lunar and polar
German luger holders
Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up
The slugs could stop Mack trucks
So don't act up
Fatal guillotine carrier blast like
The space harrier
Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya

There's a lot of shit that
Separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets
They reply to me if I'm needed by my people
There's no why in me a real fighter
Maybe there's a young Sly in me
I'm like that Spanish Rocky
Attitude a bit cocky me around ya girl
Y'all could guess where that cock be
Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands
Y'all could look at it like
I make her hot in advance

Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav
Vi tar till publikhat det r alltid likadant
Hr ditt prat I publikhav jag klarar mig sjlv
Fixar mitt shit sjlv slashar mitt shit vl
Drar in cash varje kvll
Stndigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikvll
G p scen I ett svart kldesstll
Jag r som en grogg utan virke
Bara ren jvla stil
Jag r som en hundra formel ett
Fast I en jvla bil

Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit
I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick
I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips
You talkin' this
Don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this
Down here on the ground -?

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