Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Anarchy '87, artista - Kurupt. Data di rilascio: 08.02.2010
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Anarchy '87 |
| Let’s do it |
| Blaze that shit up then nigga |
| Stop talking to me |
| What, What |
| One thing I know is I’m a keep it hood |
| Keep it hood nigga |
| We gonna go against the grain |
| Fuck it! |
| We gotta do what we gotta do! |
| They mad at you nigga, My nigga |
| Kurupt Young Gotti don got neal harper muthafucka |
| Walking is ya thing |
| Get your walk on |
| If talking is your thing |
| Get your talk on. Imma make |
| One thing loud and clear |
| You ain’t gotta go home but get the fuck outta here |
| Imma do what |
| I do best chest to toes |
| Hit all the counters straight to the west coast rolls |
| Shut up nigga |
| Peel this muthafuckas up my nigga |
| As we ease up front my nigga |
| Got a rocket in my |
| Pocket and I’m ready to bust |
| Got a pocket rocket in my pocket nicks and dust Man |
| Standing in this bitch high as apple man |
| The homie down the street heated than an astro |
| Van. Nigga in the hall fake as as holograms |
| I travel like Hallmark cards sent from Japan got |
| Cargo floating sent from Japan |
| I got K’s in boxes shipped from Japan nigga |
| Make it what it is. Don’t talk be about it, shut the fuck up |
| Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga |
| Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga |
| What.self made to stop on Death row |
| Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is |
| Don’t talk be about it, Neeya Simon |
| Now I know you bitches can’t live without it, Without it, Without it |
| Niggas get chip from shit shipped from Japan |
| Niggas get chip when shit split and expand |
| Expand. Expand |
| You never get anywhere nigga unless you ride |
| You the type of nigga to dump and then run |
| Inside. Side. And ain’t nobody dumping back |
| I guess you just a bitch like that |
| I’ll raid your blocks, I hit the game up |
| Stop time like broken clocks |
| Niggas useless like broken Glocks |
| Separating flocks unorthodox ox. Born in Philly oc |
| The oconel got a story to tell |
| A tell, like mini tells that don’t end so well |
| The dream you live as the hardest nigga might be the |
| Capture nuisance harness nigga |
| No escape, no way out and no exodus |
| Just pure war by |
| Strategies and excellence, nigga |
| Make it what it is. Don’t talk be about it, shut the fuck up |
| Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga |
| Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga |
| What.self made to stop on Death row |
| Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is |
| Don’t talk be about it, Neeya Simon |
| Now I know you bitches can’t live without it, Without it, Without it |
| Living life, well I am the boss |
| Boss, boss |
| Life I am the boss |
| We living life behind the boss. But not I got a hammer in my hand. What |
| Should I do? Do… |
| There’s a bank down the street |
| To much temptation for a nigga like me in the straights |
| Straights… I'm so anxious to cock back my hate |
| Knock niggas out the front seat. Got my heat appeal |
| And ready for niggas to start flipping on ground like seals |
| Nigga I’m terrible awful |
| A muthafuckin' ass, that don’t give a fuck about talking dase |
| Me and the homies hit the spot |
| And spread the raft |
| It’s all about the cash, cash, cash |
| Hit niggas powerful as whiplash in act shift front to back |
| Dip past Gotti |
| Make it what it is. Don’t talk be about it, shut the fuck up |
| Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga |
| Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga |
| What.self made to stop on Death row |
| Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is |
| Don’t talk be about it, Neeya Simon |
| Now I know you bitches can’t live without it, Without it, Without it |
| Spending life behind the bars, life behind the bars |
| We always keep it hood, living life behind the bars, life |
| Bitch niggas, the streets is life, suckas |
| Huh. Oh, they all upset, hood talk, well let’s talk it hood |
| What you got nigga, nigga, yeah |
| Lets’s ride, pentagon riders, stalvo |
| Death Row records, smothering these sucker niggas |
| Its that time. Ya’ll pull me out the cut |