「Lyrics」
Big Homie From The Hood
Mozzy
「Lyrics」
Big Homie From The Hood
Mozzy
Thanks to me, the street pumps out of the iPod
You will get my undressed material by mail at Amazon
Sixtytfive Guerilla, Wedding is Cambodia
The police observes and abseils from the helicopter
MK session one hit the ghetto
Like lightning, comma comma kiss
[Part 1: Massive]
Drive a quad through the Hood, Undercover Molotova
Whore daughters suck my cock anaconda
Drive-by to a bull brand with a sniper
The Arab in handcuffs is ticking the cocaine of a moped
Smuggling automatic weapons into Gaza
Block Che Guevara, Arafat Intifada
Palituch, bandana, matt lacquered Benz
Fresh from the Berber, the face, it shines
Headbutt music like Zinedine Zidane
Collect money like Gaddafi, blow coca away like desert dust
Empty the magazine, shoot your face full of lead
I roll the R, a thousand balls rattle into your body
Knock the blade in and tear your chest out of the flesh
I'm rabies, mother fucker, face on curb
We have cocaine circulating in our bloodstream
Haft, Bang and M, fuck your mother on the subway
[Hook: massive]
I blow coca stones away like dust
Your brain is numbed, take a blade, cut yourself open
Massaka cocaine, * trr-trr, trr-trr *
We are the reason why you cry
And pull all the rappers again
I blow coca stones away like dust
Your brain is numbed, take a blade, cut yourself open
Gun licenses are distributed here
Who says a bullet is enough? Massaka cocaine
[Bridge: massive] (only single version)
Straight cocaine
100% white
Everybody knows
I sell white
[Part 2: Farid Bang]
And I wouldn't be here today without this butterfly
Drug dealer, hard rhymes, cocaine massaka 2
Go to Antwerp and buy solid gold
Wear a Rolex and it is made of solid gold
When Farid comes, they run to Mommy
But I make waves on the street like tsunami
What hide and seek? (what, dude?)
I wouldn't even hide from you if we played hide and seek
On Saturdays I do a robbery with the pump gun
And you're bowling like Fernanda Brandao on Saturdays
When I say I'm gangbanging your bitch
Then there is something about it like fat people
While your boys like to talk about math
My boys would only read while pooping
Oh, I'm not a gangster
Adolf Hitler was also not a German
[Hook: massive]
I blow coca stones away like dust
Your brain is numbed, take a blade, cut yourself open
Massaka cocaine, * trr-trr, trr-trr *
We are the reason why you cry
And pull all the rappers again
I blow coca stones away like dust
Your brain is numbed, take a blade, cut yourself open
Gun licenses are distributed here
Who says a bullet is enough? Massaka cocaine
[Part 3: Kollegah]
Ey, I made notes with coke
Bills through which someone has drawn a line
Kollegah the boss, I have contractors in the red light
And collect commission like fortune tellers
While you are plagued by lack of money, you see me wearing fur coats
My huge wardrobe looks like a zoo
I'll shoot the koke, then go at you in a gross motor way
And whack you whore the wackness from the chromosome spirals
And the bastards want my cash, lurking behind the block at night
But the boss is not afraid of anything and nobody except God
And it's the same every week, Friday afternoon mosque
Friday night disco, maybe I'm schizophrenic
But that's life, get up, go out with flex in your jeans
Illegal cash in the streets
Coming home at night, praying on the knees on the carpet
Because I really only want to serve Allah like Princess Jasmine
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