- Nine Ta Rasss 歌词
- Nine
- Ta rasss, who you think you playin with?
It's the nine and I'm on some old word to jah type ****
Flavor, spits from the larynx, check cd's
Cassettes, brings checks up in my rest
Mirror, mirror - sit 'pon wall!
Who comes down with true wicked - yes y'all!
Membranes, them haffa? from egg
Still I'm full of lead, i-ah leave nuff man dead
I possess finesse, wear vest 'pon chest
Pack glock in waist for, whoeva won test
Six million ways to die - chose one!
Razor blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun
Just to name a few, i-ah mash up your crew
Here it comes, microphone check, one two!
We can get wicked whether night or day
Nine, nine, come out and play!
[02:27.20][01:19.38][01:08.22]Ta rasss! all I need is power-u
[02:29.69][01:21.83][01:10.69]The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew
[02:32.81][01:24.88][01:13.78]Ta rasss! all I need is power-u
[02:35.52][01:27.41][01:16.51]The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew
I get high like ****** helicopters
And when I get home I peel off my silk boxers
Wash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the **** is up?
Check the cash in the stash
Mc's are fleas, to nine
I make cheese like thieves, ***** please!
Open sesame, don't test me
I'll shove my balls in your mouth, you look like dizzy gillespie
For those who wave they arm, i'ma hack it off
With the **** whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya
Run you down with a tractor!
You a actor, tryin to play my part with no ****** heart
You the tin man... *****!
Go see the wizard of oz or kick the can
Damn, now I am the man the only man
With a sound that pounds like gunshots in **** spots
The only thing she gettin is big. cock.
When I push and I push in that wet. spot.
How she like it? how she like it? she like it a lot
Cause I'm thick and I hit that g. spot.
I got cash, crazy cash, I stash hash
In the crack of my ass, then I dash, quick fast
I blast, mc's don't last, I move fast
Like cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glass
I see, asses I must pass, then I crash and cut
Like grandmaster flash at early mass!
The monster mash bump uglies like car crash
I'm like, everlast, jump around when I *bust* that ass
Laugh last, laugh best, who you won test?
I'll make a mess on your girlfriend's dress
Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooter
Cause I ain't new ta, who da?
Hell is gonna question the redrum master himself
Yeah, I blow ta rasss off the top shelf
Ta rasss. all respect goes out
To krs-one, primo, ralph mcdaniels, sluggy ranks
Redman, method man, ill al skratch
Tha alkaholiks - j-ro, my *****!
And that's how i'ma leave you on this note right here
If you frontin, on the n-i-n-e
I bring ta rasss. mad noise, and let you recognize!
It's my turn now! (ta rasss)
Ta rasss!
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