Тексты песен «Brotha Lynch Hung»

(Brotha Lynch Hung) creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O 5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fo homies know I just cant claim so I stay neutral pack me some ammo and a fothamukin fo fo cant pack a piece...

[Brotha Lynch] I'm the hardest nigga you never heard of And I'm a pro when it comes to these tools a four four When it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dick In a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid...

As I bail through the woods of the southside Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like hell right through the do I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo,...

And as I bail through the woods of the southside Terror zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like hell right through the do I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy...

Two years ago, a friend of mine told me to write me a tight ass rhyme and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say the rhyme is tight and it went this way And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed shystie...

Two years ago, a friend of mine told me to write me a tight ass rhyme and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say the rhyme is tight and it went this way And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed shystie...

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in...

(Chorus)x2 You aint wifey material i just want your body i ain't even in love, girl you're just a hottie (verse 1 rap) Think back bout 120 days ago we first met in the walmart superstore exchanged phone numbers and...