Peanut Head-Senser

歌手 : Senser

专辑 : Stacked Up

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:41

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TXT Peanut Head-Senser 文本歌词

Peanut Head - Senser

Now it's time to check out the pattern

From here to manhattan

And every mother fkers on the side gettin' a gat

And shittin' bullets

Wastin' lives

Standing breaking heads of the youths

In their groups of fours and fives

And all the girls pickin' up on their gun tings

'Cause the way they way they figure

Them seem to run things

But life is worth nothing I aint bluffing

When you're puffin on a barrel

You don't talk tough when you start coughing

And nobody's bullet proof and that's the truth

So na bada come me wit dat big-dick gun-talk ya spoof

You won't be sittin up smilin in the intercontinental

You'll be layin out on the slab with your home up for rental

Now you best seek parental guidance

Cause they shoulda raised you up better

You little bed wetter

Now I kicks the slang in

This is how I'm hanging

With the crew from the south

Of the river come to make you shiver

And shake when Mr morgan cuts a funky drum break

On the drum kit this is how we funk it

We don't need no dumb sh*t

'Cause we never come to front it

Grab your logic like a ball

I'll take it to the hoop and dunk it

'Cause life is already too cheap you creep

I best set your alarm

'Cause it sounds like you're still asleep

Your guns ain'ta wicked

Your sounds is'a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death

I'd never pick it

Your guns ain'ta wicked

And your bullets ain'ta wicked

Your guns ain'ta wicked

Your sounds is'a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death

I'd never pick it

Your guns ain'ta wicked

And your bullets ain'ta wicked

Now I'm going further and further until I reach my destiny

It makes no difference if the brothers keep testing me

See the rule of the gun ain't ruling we

Many many people I can see

Turn become a carrier strengthen up a barrier

Enforced by the media whole time feedin' ya

Sanitised images of the gun man

But no I'll never run man

Because it can't be done understand

You're tying to come dumb but slick

To make cash quick

'Cause you think it's the new lick

It's just another trick

Call it abandon got my hand on

Nothing but the mike

'Cause it's the phat skills that I like

Part of a cycle vicious

Which is eating up communities whole

But you don't feel the impacts

Because you just sold your syntax

Ya bad boy man ya rootin shootin' guns playin'

Think of all the positive sh*t you could be sayin'

But the day in the life of a gangsta sells greener

Making quick cash of a cool misdemeanour man

I've seen ya cursin' women lying of your exploits

So just skip the sh*t

And step straight to the point

Your guns ain'ta wicked

Your sounds is'a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death

I'd never pick it

Your guns ain'ta wicked

And your bullets ain'ta wicked

Now

Your guns ain'ta wicked

Your sounds is'a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death

I'd never pick it

Your guns ain'ta wicked

And your bullets ain'ta wicked