Slaine, Krumb Snatcha - Who Are You? lyrics
[Slaine, Krumb Snatcha - Who Are You? lyrics]
Is this what you wanted? Shit my style
I stand in front of it
I got a hundred kids spilling rum on ya bitch
Have you ever heard of a man
Holding a gun in his lips?
Have you ever heard of Slaine
Who got hundreds of clips?
Shooting his mouth off, drinking Smirnoff
Chew your right arm off
I hope you're a southpaw, me and my outlaw
Me and my MC
Hope I don't come back, bury me ten feet
Give me a drug track, I give me a bum rap
Come back drunk, hang you up with a thumbtack
But, if I come back I'm a be the illest fiend
Take a shit load of pills and
I'm a spill the beans
Sorta like a scene to be
Seen on your TV screen
A bad acid trip or a bastard dream
A face in the rain, the last to be seen
Four AM behind you at the cash machine
In other words this is
The concerto of weirdos
You hear dough in your ear yo
In your whip keep the beer low
In the club put it up
Blaze and raise your els up
Now everybody in this motherfucker
Get the hell up
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
I am Krumbsnatcher, I'm the gun clapper
Hitting you with one faster
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
I am Slaine with a backwards brain
Know what I'm sayin?
So we gonna ride till the wheels fall off
Call your A&R's yo cause
The deal's called off
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Dawgs, you need to stop playing
Cause where I see you
That's the spot you'll be laying
This ain't no battle rap back and forth
This whenever I can catch you
I'm a clap with force
Toss heats in backseats
Skate off like I'm Gretzky
Watching your whole chest bubble
Up like it's Pepsi
Double up, let's see if y'all can test me
Cause Krumb come with guns that
Be blacker than Wesley
Yes he never gonna back down
Dawgy I clap rounds into your hype
Man in his back now
Smack down that bitch right in
Front of your face
Clap down that snitch right in
Front of them jakes
Not cosmetic or synthetic, I said it
When the pressure boil over you
Let it then get wetted
I'm not y'all dudes that front for the two
The knife will thrust and
Adjust your attitude
Much older, a chip on my shoulder
Something like a boulder
At ease young soldier
This my life, not A&R created or fabricated
Still standing while most hated
I never have to lose my breath over the track
With a hundred bar verses of the yikkidy yak
Know what I mean? Get my point across sixteen
Incredible Hulk, yeah, out for green
And make it seem so easy, off the heezy
Get greasy, dawgy please, believe me
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
I am Krumbsnatcher, I'm the gun clapper
Hitting you with one faster
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
I am Slaine with a backwards brain
Know what I'm sayin?
So we gonna ride till the wheels fall off
Call your A&R's yo cause
The deal's called off
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
I stand in front of it
I got a hundred kids spilling rum on ya bitch
Have you ever heard of a man
Holding a gun in his lips?
Have you ever heard of Slaine
Who got hundreds of clips?
Shooting his mouth off, drinking Smirnoff
Chew your right arm off
I hope you're a southpaw, me and my outlaw
Me and my MC
Hope I don't come back, bury me ten feet
Give me a drug track, I give me a bum rap
Come back drunk, hang you up with a thumbtack
But, if I come back I'm a be the illest fiend
Take a shit load of pills and
I'm a spill the beans
Sorta like a scene to be
Seen on your TV screen
A bad acid trip or a bastard dream
A face in the rain, the last to be seen
Four AM behind you at the cash machine
In other words this is
The concerto of weirdos
You hear dough in your ear yo
In your whip keep the beer low
In the club put it up
Blaze and raise your els up
Now everybody in this motherfucker
Get the hell up
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
I am Krumbsnatcher, I'm the gun clapper
Hitting you with one faster
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
I am Slaine with a backwards brain
Know what I'm sayin?
So we gonna ride till the wheels fall off
Call your A&R's yo cause
The deal's called off
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Dawgs, you need to stop playing
Cause where I see you
That's the spot you'll be laying
This ain't no battle rap back and forth
This whenever I can catch you
I'm a clap with force
Toss heats in backseats
Skate off like I'm Gretzky
Watching your whole chest bubble
Up like it's Pepsi
Double up, let's see if y'all can test me
Cause Krumb come with guns that
Be blacker than Wesley
Yes he never gonna back down
Dawgy I clap rounds into your hype
Man in his back now
Smack down that bitch right in
Front of your face
Clap down that snitch right in
Front of them jakes
Not cosmetic or synthetic, I said it
When the pressure boil over you
Let it then get wetted
I'm not y'all dudes that front for the two
The knife will thrust and
Adjust your attitude
Much older, a chip on my shoulder
Something like a boulder
At ease young soldier
This my life, not A&R created or fabricated
Still standing while most hated
I never have to lose my breath over the track
With a hundred bar verses of the yikkidy yak
Know what I mean? Get my point across sixteen
Incredible Hulk, yeah, out for green
And make it seem so easy, off the heezy
Get greasy, dawgy please, believe me
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
I am Krumbsnatcher, I'm the gun clapper
Hitting you with one faster
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
I am Slaine with a backwards brain
Know what I'm sayin?
So we gonna ride till the wheels fall off
Call your A&R's yo cause
The deal's called off
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain