Buhodermia 夜, McGruff - Arlem Kidz Get Biz letra de (lyrics)
[Buhodermia 夜, McGruff - Arlem Kidz Get Biz letra de lyrics]
¿Tons que loco, que vas a poner? Sex Pistols
Ah, que ah, pero vos es que sos güevon
No me pagás y obligás
Yeah, real East Coast, niggas cap-peelers
NFL, Children of the Corn 96', it’s on
Yeah! Uh!
I’m from the East Coast, I don’t care
Snatch police toast leave the beast roast
Gruff disturb the peace and be ghost
Walk with notes
Plus I’m known for putting forks in throats
Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks
No joke
The burner that I tote’ll leave you un-awoke
Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt of smoke
Spacеd out loc, sherm head, my eyеs turn red
One time I came out off my high
Eleven guys was dead
Hold my own from my Harlem home to Rikers
Upstate and downstate with
Them hillbilly crackers
They got the average black man
Labeled as a savage but for that cabbage
You tend to pick up bad habit's
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Let me tell ya' how I
Live: I pump paraphernalia
Weight, Herb McGruff ain’t got vowels
Vials to sell ya
Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinking
Getting money out my ass who
Think my cream sinking?
Her oine don, yeah, private jet airborne
Me and my niggas counting figures
With that fresh gear on
Sip crystal, skip the Mo’
Don’t like Fidel Castro
Sporting diamond rings like Don King
With that wild afro
It’s time now, nah’mean? Harlem ‘bout to blow
Don’t fake jacks, get the green
Go all-out for dough
Where I’m From, son, snitches be dialing 911
But those the ones you find in the
Alley filled with 9 dum dums
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Ay, yo
My town’s real, it ain’t no fairy tale here
Homicide Harlem blao! What’s the problem?
We rob ‘em, take all the jewels and the lucci
Cowards act brave, hit the fools with the Uzi
I live this, handle all my business
Leave no witness
God bless the guy who testify dressed to die
F the BS ‘Bout to cop this Lex GS
Gruff be hitting virgin skins ‘cause
The sex be fresh
Hold my own, I’m own as the black Al Capone
Dangerzone, we pack chrome and
Wack out your dome
On 139 and Lennox is where
You will find this menace
Puffing lye Sipping Harveys Bristol
Wine, and Guinness, nigga
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Ah, que ah, pero vos es que sos güevon
No me pagás y obligás
Yeah, real East Coast, niggas cap-peelers
NFL, Children of the Corn 96', it’s on
Yeah! Uh!
I’m from the East Coast, I don’t care
Snatch police toast leave the beast roast
Gruff disturb the peace and be ghost
Walk with notes
Plus I’m known for putting forks in throats
Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks
No joke
The burner that I tote’ll leave you un-awoke
Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt of smoke
Spacеd out loc, sherm head, my eyеs turn red
One time I came out off my high
Eleven guys was dead
Hold my own from my Harlem home to Rikers
Upstate and downstate with
Them hillbilly crackers
They got the average black man
Labeled as a savage but for that cabbage
You tend to pick up bad habit's
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Let me tell ya' how I
Live: I pump paraphernalia
Weight, Herb McGruff ain’t got vowels
Vials to sell ya
Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinking
Getting money out my ass who
Think my cream sinking?
Her oine don, yeah, private jet airborne
Me and my niggas counting figures
With that fresh gear on
Sip crystal, skip the Mo’
Don’t like Fidel Castro
Sporting diamond rings like Don King
With that wild afro
It’s time now, nah’mean? Harlem ‘bout to blow
Don’t fake jacks, get the green
Go all-out for dough
Where I’m From, son, snitches be dialing 911
But those the ones you find in the
Alley filled with 9 dum dums
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Ay, yo
My town’s real, it ain’t no fairy tale here
Homicide Harlem blao! What’s the problem?
We rob ‘em, take all the jewels and the lucci
Cowards act brave, hit the fools with the Uzi
I live this, handle all my business
Leave no witness
God bless the guy who testify dressed to die
F the BS ‘Bout to cop this Lex GS
Gruff be hitting virgin skins ‘cause
The sex be fresh
Hold my own, I’m own as the black Al Capone
Dangerzone, we pack chrome and
Wack out your dome
On 139 and Lennox is where
You will find this menace
Puffing lye Sipping Harveys Bristol
Wine, and Guinness, nigga
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it
And we don’t really care you is