WakeDaFucUp Onyx ft. Dope D.O.D.
Автор: Onyx ft. Dope D.O.D.
Название песни: WakeDaFucUp
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Другие песни исполнителя Onyx ft. Dope D.O.D.
Текст песни:
[Hook]
Niggas sleepin’ better, wake the fuck up!
This weed habit, drink the fuck up!
Bloody murder, you get ate the fuck up!
Your whole crew, we will break the fuck up!
[Verse 1 - Fredro Starr]
You better than us
The fuck will spark the East coast up, oh shit
The fuckin’ beast woke up, from outta deep sleep
Niggas is borin’, fucking all these weak beast
The beast was snorin’, now the beast is hungry
Stomach is growlin’ nigga ribs and such
And now it’s stock in the island
Motherfucker is smilin’, but nobody smilin’
‘cause where I'm from, motherfucker, niggas we wallin’
And the wolves be howling
Mines be rolling, cars be stolen
We're coming out the gutter, like fucker we bowlin’
The shit that I’m holding
Niggas talk shit, put the fifth to your colon
[Hook:x2]
[Verse 2 - Sticky Fingaz]
Oh shit, you done woke up the monster
I smell rappers, no wonder
Its obvious, that I got too comforta-bull
And all these rappers now a days is (bull-shit!)
You call her fool like a bitch
Lala you signing and dancing, you bitch!
You need to loosen up your clothes nigga
And leave the dancing to them hoes nigga
Hip-hop started out on the block
I fell asleep at the wheel and the shit crashed into pop
When I speak, the hood got the ears up;Spock
And I’mma leave my walker
You gotta get hit with them onyx
Nigga you know [x3]
Am I wrong?, hip hop need a face lift
And what better face than the mad face to get
[Hook:x2]
[Verse 3 - Skits Vicious]
Blades and nunchucks
Blaze and gun shots
When I’m done they can rake their guts up (motherfucker)
This heat turn your face to slush pop
Right to hell, this is satan’s bus stop
Got a hot bitch cuffed-up
Take the drugs, love
You get raped and butt fucked
I snort speed then wake I the fuck up
Kinda off topic but hey
I’m somewhat crazed and drunk off
Jamaican rum shots
White boy’s cables cut off
Angels dust drops, how that taste?
D.O.D. mad face, pros case
[Verse 4 - Jay Reaper]
Niggas got no taste, but when I’m looking that fuckers in the figures
We hard body karate, Killuminati niggas
I’m Picasso, an apostle, hip-hop deliver
Y'all niggas pop so I'm popping a shot in your liver
Try and copy what I got and I’ll copy your chopper
Niggas claming they heartless, we'll put 2 in yo’ mama’ (Braw, Braw)
Brains leaking and your head leave you lookin' like pasta
Ain’t speaking, ‘cause you dead on the floor, an imposter(yeah!)
See I’m obsessed with this sport
Less than I’m core
Reppin’ with the Onyx, Niggas back with the force
We back in this war, we back in, of course
So all y'all boot legged nigga get your ass to the store (raw)
[Hook:x2]
You're sleeping, bed is burning
Keep sleeping, bed is burning [x2]
Keep sleeping, keep sleeping
Keep sleeping, bed is burning [x3]
Keep sleeping, keep sleeping
[Hook:x2]
