Artifacts - Notty Headed Nigguhz(Explicit)
LRC歌词
[03:27.00]Artifacts check around my f**kin BLOCK I X-Men like Cyclops
[03:27.00]When I lift my shades up my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot
[03:27.00]But as is my ad-libs are more wicked than bad kids
[03:27.00]Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a sh*t skid
[03:27.00]Its the Mister on a mission mixer of the rougher
[03:27.00]Mix the snuff that get you up but no style is tougher
[03:27.00]I dismiss crews I bruise snooze ya losin
[03:27.00]Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
[03:27.00]Artifact chart my rap gat starts to battle
[03:27.00]Tracks be fat so who dat Ni**a I be through black
[03:27.00]I get biz on b**ches puff izz with my cousins
[03:27.00]Tame sh*t so wild honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
[03:27.00]I hit mad skins then roll up bills on the reals
[03:27.00]My skills mad I'll but chill kid everythings real
[03:27.00]From naps up top down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks
[03:27.00]I'm up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox
[03:27.00]My crew rocks two blocks away from the buddha spot
[03:27.00]I'm out but don't get it f**ked up cause I wsnt you to rock
[03:27.00]I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums
[03:27.00]Who can't adapt no haps son you know I close on caption
[03:27.00]You know this boss n***az like Lex to Mr. Otis
[03:27.00]You can't hold this B**CH I'm swift like a lotus
[03:27.00]..
[03:27.00]Well its the wiseguy who never did a driveby
[03:27.00]But I fly zones and shine like chrome on 735
[03:27.00]I play my Hi-Fi volume up sky high
[03:27.00]Talkin buddha thai don't bother tryin to fascinate my eye
[03:27.00]I got 2020 like Baba Wawa on a Friday
[03:27.00]Buy my tape so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway
[03:27.00]Say hi Tame pass the dutch so I can take a puff
[03:27.00]Of Born Cypher Cypher Master I never get enough
[03:27.00]No curls no braids peasy heads still get paid
[03:27.00]Smokin sassy-frassy that
文本歌词
Artifacts check around my f**kin BLOCK I X-Men like Cyclops
When I lift my shades up my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot
But as is my ad-libs are more wicked than bad kids
Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a sh*t skid
Its the Mister on a mission mixer of the rougher
Mix the snuff that get you up but no style is tougher
I dismiss crews I bruise snooze ya losin
Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
Artifact chart my rap gat starts to battle
Tracks be fat so who dat Ni**a I be through black
I get biz on b**ches puff izz with my cousins
Tame sh*t so wild honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
I hit mad skins then roll up bills on the reals
My skills mad I'll but chill kid everythings real
From naps up top down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks
I'm up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox
My crew rocks two blocks away from the buddha spot
I'm out but don't get it f**ked up cause I wsnt you to rock
I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums
Who can't adapt no haps son you know I close on caption
You know this boss n***az like Lex to Mr. Otis
You can't hold this B**CH I'm swift like a lotus
..
Well its the wiseguy who never did a driveby
But I fly zones and shine like chrome on 735
I play my Hi-Fi volume up sky high
Talkin buddha thai don't bother tryin to fascinate my eye
I got 2020 like Baba Wawa on a Friday
Buy my tape so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway
Say hi Tame pass the dutch so I can take a puff
Of Born Cypher Cypher Master I never get enough
No curls no braids peasy heads still get paid
Smokin sassy-frassy that