Blowin Up The Spot-Gangstarr
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TXT Blowin Up The Spot-Gangstarr 文本歌词
Blowin Up The Spot (Explicit) - Gangstarr
Ah so now ya got me pissed off blast off lift off
Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off
Into your dome piece home peace I heard your chick wants to bone me
I get wild like rugby respected like buggy
Don't even ask me cause I'm living lovely
Born to succeed foes bleed true indeed
The oral combat will romp that you're one of my seeds
When I first busted on the scene
Niggle you knew I had more than a gangsta lean
I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it
I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wacky record
Boo-ya-ka to your face as I ruin ya
Clown ya dumbfound ya while I'm screwing the
F**k out char girl as she steps into my world
I'm not the tallest but that a** I'll polish
And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off
But then you'll sweat her cause like my leather you're butter soft
Your style stinks kid ya garbage
And if you keep talking sh*t I'm ma make ya pay homage
Cause the g to the u to the r u came too far to
Let you slide through rhymes will scar you
And who the f**k are you anyway
I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days
Throw the cash in the pot
You beta dash niggle cause I'm blowing up the spot
I'm bout to blow the f**k up
I'm bout to blow the f**k up
No ex-capon the explosion those who are dozing I close in
Set the thermostat at sub-zero they're frozen
Extreme temperatures from my mic stuns amateurs
Unable to conquer the gang I ain't mad at char
Peace to jeru the big shrug and the group home
Keeping it real no playing niggards or chrome
I'm way past the kid sh*t brothers already did sh*t
You want some props yo dog here's a biscuit
I'm a smooth niggle and my groove's bigamy move niggle
And we don't care who's wit char got the picture
And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop
Gang Starr motherf**ker what blowing up the spot
I'm bout to blow the f**k up
I'm bout to blow the f**k up
I'm bout to blow the f**k up
I'm bout to blow the f**k up
I go from one format then switch to the next
Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects
Crazy shouts are heard all around
Cause the gangster sound carries more weight per pound
I got some brand new tombs so emcees sing new hymns
You beta repent come correct represent
Or get stomped smacked and slapped cap peeled back
I got you open and now you cling to my sac
Get off hands off stay off you're way off
You rookie motherf**kers it's the finals not the playoffs
I'll break you up into particles to small pieces
Because your brain is minuscule
You little fool come learn the tools of the trade
I made the rules so go to school and get played
Just when you're thinking that your jam is hot
Up steps the niggards who be blowing up the spot up the spot
Up the spot up the spot up the spot
