Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Future Sport, artista - Lil' CeaseData di rilascio: 12.07.1999
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Future Sport |
| Yo, yo, this Funk Doc |
| Straight up, nigga, lay down |
| No time to play now (uh ha) |
| Brace be around your hip from the waist down |
| Keep it calm and don’t react |
| Cognac be the Zodiac |
| Lo, we back, cock, so these cats won’t relax |
| You see the face through the open mask, body |
| Open gash, hoes throw me cash |
| We gon blow, front row, do tash |
| I’m a what you call a dog *Dog barking* |
| Fucking girls that do hair in mini-malls |
| Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha) |
| Sick therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha) |
| Cocky mass, I put the axe in the door |
| Massacre, seminars off Branson jars |
| I’ll strip your hoe, strip your Benz |
| Even strip that black line on your Master Card |
| Card, card, card |
| You’re 'fraid to say what you mean |
| You’re just too scared to say what you feel |
| You’re afraid of us |
| You’re afraid of us |
| BK niggas, hold it down correct (uh ha) |
| Been a long time coming, niggas better start running |
| Do more than top-gunning |
| Dumming like a fifty-dollar sum |
| And y’all cowards don’t mean nothing (uh huh) |
| Kept it real with this Rap shit while you try to go Pop |
| I got the Maz' flow down on the schemes and plots (uh ha) |
| If I want, nigga, I could come and take your block |
| So call them, the first one to call the cops |
| Like a lesbi, strictly platinum status nigga, let’s see |
| I don’t wanna test, B, niggas don’t impress me |
| Who got you gassed like Ghetty, funny like Eddie? (uh huh) |
| Bris' flow deadly, cuttin' niggas like a machete |
| Done, I die tech when it’s indirect (c'mon) |
| The home team woulda never let a nigga disrespect (c'mon) |
| We carry every object, enough ammo to take 'em (uh huh) |
| Any ghetto project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!) |
| Wha |
| Yo, yo, ha ha, yo |
| It’s the phenomenonal Cease, kill more than cancer |
| Serious, real thug, no dancer (what) |
| More cheese than cameras, cock them hammers (uh) |
| My fo' fo' leave niggas bent like Montana |
| I’m killer than these cats could imagine when I’m rapping (oww) |
| I make it happen when I’m relaxing |
| Who want action? I’ma give you whatcha bargain for |
| It’s not friction, it’s like fiction |
| Puttin' these cats outta commission |
| Flows that’s devastatin', I’m dissin', so listen |
| If it’s hot, then get the fuck out the kitchen |
| We All-City, we all-pretty |
| Niggas rather die just to floss wit' me (ha) |
| Keep it real, fuck how niggas feel (feel) |
| Cuz this direct shit gonna get niggas killed |
| Niggas sayin' Cease can’t write, Cease can’t rob (yo) |
| Little do they know, I’m ahead of my time |
| Future rhymes, what |
| Yo, c’mon |
| Yo, yo, say what |
| Ha ha, yo |
| You afraid |
| You afraid |
| Motherfuckers |
| Yeah, yo |
| Uh huh, uh huh, huh |
| Future sport motherfuckers |
| Buck buck buck buck |
| Huh, ahhhh! |
| Uh huh, c’mon |
| Uh huh, huh |
| Ha ha, ha |