статистика каталог исполнителей песен  
песни: 61179
группы: 12214
  • A
  • B
  • C
  • D
  • E
  • F
  • G
  • H
  • I
  • J
  • K
  • L
  • M
  • N
  • O
  • P
  • Q
  • R
  • S
  • T
  • U
  • V
  • W
  • X
  • Y
  • Z
  • А
  • Б
  • В
  • Г
  • Д
  • Е
  • Ж
  • З
  • И
  • К
  • Л
  • М
  • Н
  • О
  • П
  • Р
  • С
  • Т
  • У
  • Ф
  • Х
  • Ц
  • Ч
  • Ш
  • Щ
  • Э
  • Ю
  • Я

  • В сети

    Популярные исполнители:

    Fabrizio De Andrи
    Bruce Low
    Psychedelic Furs
    Houston Whitney
    Ablaze My Sorrow
    DJ Maj
    Doug E. Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew
    Piaf Edith
    Cryptopsy
    Raffaelle Carra
    Running Potatoes
    Army Of Freshmen
    Nicu Paleru
    Mashonda
    Howard Carpendale
    Creepmime
    Pitty Sing
    Richard Ashcroft
    Genghis Tron
    Y And T
    Bering Strait
    Poe David
    Bachelor Number One
    Petey And Jaydee
    Klaatu
    Blumchen
    Nino Prses
    Elli Noise
    Las Ketchup
    Texas
    Zakk Wylde
    Escape Club
    Bobnoxious
    Youinseries
    Nicolas O
    Пеп-си
    Александра Пахмутова
    Tequilajazzz
    Yearwood Trisha
    Jagger Richards
    Saafir »

    Saafir Hype Shit текст песни

    Hype Shit

    You like classics well I’ll stock that ass
    Wit a 454 hypo nitro hooked through the trunk
    I’m a flowmaster monk you’ll get smobbed on
    I’ll smoke that ass like skunk. You better
    Rotate them drums locate that hum
    No alignment
    My rhymes remind me of ya suspension
    Off to the left section off the strip.
    Let’s strike a got a 7 deuce mali with sauce
    Brandy wine gloss releighs edelbrock manifold
    Header chrome kit, aluminum tips and I’m
    Assumin he’ll slip and want to race me
    For some scratch. I’ll hook em in and pretend
    My shit ain’t tight. Let him bite then suck his ass
    At the light — red light, smash — green light,
    I lit up a lotta stares, now he wanna fight,
    Nigga swing ya shit, I gets up outta there
    Just me & him on the B & M shift kit from a rich b-,
    You wanna ride, unlock the shicks on tha cock,
    I’m smockin engine blocks overheatin oil level
    Rebels cause I’m rollin in hype shit.

    High speed chase down 280, I’m
    Lookin at my oil gauge &
    It read «you can’t fade me.» I’m floatin
    Through traffic
    Laughin ‘n’ shit but I wasn’t trippin cause I had a gat
    Wit a clip under the seat, then I heard the loud speaker
    Speak, «pull your ass over on the offramp &
    Don’t try to vamp.» Heart was on thumpa,
    The mark was on my bumper plus I had a zip
    Of bomb on my lap, I couldn’t dump the gat.
    Going into custody can’t fuck with that, plus
    I got a 396 with a trick in my trunk & I’m not
    Goin out like a punk so I bounced — fuck it,
    The way he was in me you would think his slary poppin.
    But I got mallory hook up & I’m not stoppin for shit,
    I’m smobbin through tricks & trucks.
    5.0′s gettin
    Sucked and I’m caught up in the rear-view,
    Didn’t see Linda Woo tryin to merge lanes.
    She almost hit me. Took the Richmond turn off,
    Hit the switch on the nitro in a lean
    I felt my shit was Christine,
    I’m out like a motha fuckin fiend, in hype shit.



    Форма обратной связи