Тексты песен «Danja Mowf»

Chorus 14 Ladies at my door How they got here i don't know Could it be my danja style or is it just my danja flow Rhymes i kick ain't make beleive Cuz group sex just ain't my type Could it be 14 Ladies wan' sex...

Chorus 14 ladies at my door How they got here I don't know Could it be my danja style or is it just my danja flow Rhymes I kick ain't make-beleive 'cause group sex just ain't my type Could it be 14 ladies wan'...

[danja mowf] Uhh, danja mowf (what? y'all know) North side (aight) south side (I know what you thinking) Danja mowf (real mc's can rip over anything.. lesson a nigga) East end, west end See the flows that I...

[Danja Mowf] Uhh, Danja Mowf (WHAT? Y'all know) North Side (aight) South Side (I know what you thinking) Danja Mowf (Real MC's can rip over anything.. lesson A nigga) East End, West End See the flows that I...

"I come across" > Danja Mowf (cut and scratched) I come across and down like a puzzle The Mowf of Danger I should wear a muzzle There are no constraints that can Silence this Lamb I am a menace to the MC...

[Featuring Kalonji] Yo man these niggaz is straight wack YaknowhatI'msayin? Yeah I know Can't take these thievin motherfuckers About to bring this meeting to order yaknowhatI'msayin? For real Chill Yo we gotta...

Yo man these niggaz is straight wack Yaknowhati'msayin? Yeah I know Can't take these thievin motherfuckers About to bring this meeting to order, yaknowhati'msayin? For real Chill Yo, we gotta kill these niggaz...

Uncle Danjaahhhh could you read us a bedtime story? Pleeeeeeeease? Hahahah alright Y'all shorties get into bed And I'll get the story book knahmsayin? You all tucked in? (Yes yes yes we are) Here we go...

featuring Javon [Javon] Open your eyes to individuals who look upon you as prey Like vultures in disguise hovering over you like flies upon waste Realize... Chorus: [Javon] Vultures plotting on my demise...

[javon] Open your eyes to individuals who look upon you as prey Like vultures in disguise, hovering over you like flies upon waste Realize... Chorus: [javon] Vultures plotting on my demise Stool pigeons tell...

featuring LaMaRe [LaMaRe] Black men keep droppin Black men keep on droppin like flies Vultures (vultures) plottin on my demise (Stool pigeons still lies while the caged bird cries) As long as the mighty eagle...

[Featuring Lonnie B] (Make it hot) x2 Uh! Uh! Ah! Chorus I make it hot! (How hot?) Hot enough to fry (How hot?) Hotter than your front porch in July (Now that's hot!) Real hot 'bout a hundred and two (I make it...

(make it hot) x2 Uh! uh! ah! Chorus I make it hot! (how hot? ) hot enough to fry (how hot? ) hotter than your front porch in july (now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two (I make it hot) brothas won't...

[Featuring Mad Skillz] Chorus: Everytime Mad Skills and Danja Mowf combine emcees lose they mind (one time) Yes my crew be the baddest! (two time) Come and enter the mouth of madness! Danja Mowf: Hey yo (why)...

[female singing] Supafriendz is a crew that you must fear So mc's get concerned Cause every time they grab the mic Mc's will get burned But they're here to represent, you see With more funky joints like these...

[Female Singing] Supafriendz is a crew that you must fear So MC's get concerned Cause every time they grab the mic MC's will get burned But they're here to represent, you see With more funky joints like these...

[Featuring SupaFriendz] "Hello you have eight messages" "If you'd like to make a call please hang up and try again. If you need help; hang up and then dial your operator." [Lonnie B] Yo Danja I see you're not...

[Mowf's Grandfather] I've never had any uhh.. healthy degree of respect for rappers because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing.. or that old bad language foul language I never cared for that.. bad language...

[Featuring Shawn Chapelle] Chorus: Shawn Chapelle Southern trees bare us strange fruit Blood on the leaves blood at the roots Black bodies swingin in the Southern breeze All that strange fruit hangin... hangin...

Chorus: shawn chapelle Southern trees, bare us strange fruit Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots Black bodies swingin, in the southern breeze All that strange fruit hangin... hangin from the trees Verse one:...