Şarkı sözleri : House Of Krazees. Call It What You Want.
Mother fuckers
I move to break your ass with my gun
Gimmie some, I want all your cash
And get those hands in the air
And don't stare
And don't compare your gangster ass
To a psycho stare
I go to tackle
You in shackles
So run, nigga, run
'Cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty
Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy
Guns go 'round your whole town
Fuck, you better be ready
And if you down, you down
If not, you're gonna lose
I choose the side of the black, fool
Holdin' on, pullin' on
Your whole set
Disrespectin' your moms
So nigga's you better check
So who's the nigga
With the biggest balls
Who's the nigga with the finger
On the trigger in the dark hall
So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust
So boom, click, boom
Mother fuckers, check your rhymes
Call it what you want, mother fucker
Yeah, call it what the fuck you want
You can call it this
You can call it that
But yo, it all boils down
To the same fucking thing
Fuck it
I'm tired of standin' in the back
They're tryin' to ban my sound
I 'rose underground
Groose, a-groose
Try to grasp
This stupid style
I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)
Check it
Nuts in hand
While I chastise you fools
I choose to make rules
And do's whatever I choose
Known as a tiger
So I fight for my respect
Bitches on my dick
You better put that bitch in check
You can dig the music
I can tell by the head bob
Workin' all these wack jobs
And keep that shit alive
Change it up on a grave scene
I make green
Broke than a fuckin joke, man
Know what I mean
Caught you slippin'
Insanity is prickin' my mind
It's all jealousy
Leave that shit behind
House of Krazees on that ass
With the hellish talk
All you wack ass bitches
Call it what you want
Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch
Nineteen mother fucking ninety five
Remix on that ass, call it what you want
Eh yo, you can call it this
You can call it that
It's like I said before, yo
It all boils down to the same thing
Well let me tell you
I fuck around and bring my skills
So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel
And pay my bills
I was homebound
With my home sweet home
After season of the pumpkin
You thought I was gone
But now I'm back
And I'm bustin' heads wide open
No jokin'
no need for provokin' bullshit
The controversy of a mind check
Everybody wants to diss
Well, who's next
Can you fuck with a mind full of (?)
Shit, we built the house
No need for eviction
Can you believe the truth
And a pack of lies
Can you see the killer
Behind the disguise
Peep the scene
I bring fast and never slow
Kickin' my fastest
To let your bitch ass know
I move to break your ass with my gun
Gimmie some, I want all your cash
And get those hands in the air
And don't stare
And don't compare your gangster ass
To a psycho stare
I go to tackle
You in shackles
So run, nigga, run
'Cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty
Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy
Guns go 'round your whole town
Fuck, you better be ready
And if you down, you down
If not, you're gonna lose
I choose the side of the black, fool
Holdin' on, pullin' on
Your whole set
Disrespectin' your moms
So nigga's you better check
So who's the nigga
With the biggest balls
Who's the nigga with the finger
On the trigger in the dark hall
So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust
So boom, click, boom
Mother fuckers, check your rhymes
Call it what you want, mother fucker
Yeah, call it what the fuck you want
You can call it this
You can call it that
But yo, it all boils down
To the same fucking thing
Fuck it
I'm tired of standin' in the back
They're tryin' to ban my sound
I 'rose underground
Groose, a-groose
Try to grasp
This stupid style
I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)
Check it
Nuts in hand
While I chastise you fools
I choose to make rules
And do's whatever I choose
Known as a tiger
So I fight for my respect
Bitches on my dick
You better put that bitch in check
You can dig the music
I can tell by the head bob
Workin' all these wack jobs
And keep that shit alive
Change it up on a grave scene
I make green
Broke than a fuckin joke, man
Know what I mean
Caught you slippin'
Insanity is prickin' my mind
It's all jealousy
Leave that shit behind
House of Krazees on that ass
With the hellish talk
All you wack ass bitches
Call it what you want
Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch
Nineteen mother fucking ninety five
Remix on that ass, call it what you want
Eh yo, you can call it this
You can call it that
It's like I said before, yo
It all boils down to the same thing
Well let me tell you
I fuck around and bring my skills
So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel
And pay my bills
I was homebound
With my home sweet home
After season of the pumpkin
You thought I was gone
But now I'm back
And I'm bustin' heads wide open
No jokin'
no need for provokin' bullshit
The controversy of a mind check
Everybody wants to diss
Well, who's next
Can you fuck with a mind full of (?)
Shit, we built the house
No need for eviction
Can you believe the truth
And a pack of lies
Can you see the killer
Behind the disguise
Peep the scene
I bring fast and never slow
Kickin' my fastest
To let your bitch ass know
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