Somebody Told Me (feat. Nocturnal and 8-Off Aguilar)

歌詞

Intro/chorus: Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun You get to smoke weed and hold big guns Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds Verse one: 8-off aguilar Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise Niggas was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas Test guy reported in the source, even thought about "best buys" My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin *? terror dacquras? * and chrome Backwards Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest Racoons rap with your soloists if ? ? ? ? ? ? artist Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to tell Off those cells we're livin well In the '9-8-off, country club plink off While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off Chorus (x2) Verse two: nocturnal Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips A .45 under my armpit Another one in the glove compartment Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine We're out to get mines, on a regular On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen So my team can play sega plus *? the gods in vegas? * An ounce of weed in every type of flavor Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos.... Chorus Verse three: das efx Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores Hit squad, second world tour Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs After, ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , where? , in corridors Figgity-f**k walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos...... Chorus (x2) Outro: skoob Got the funds This rap shit was fun, kid We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that