Hum Drum (Explicit)
Terror Squad「Hum Drum (Explicit)」はTerror Squadの曲です, 2004, Pop。長さは3:55, 113 lines / 644 words。
歌詞
0:00The paint is peelin
0:02Now
0:03When the chips are down
0:05Down
0:06You gotta lose all feelin
0:08Now
0:09When the chips are down
0:10Yea I getz it poppin everybody know what remy bout
0:13Got n***as shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out
0:16Yea I spit it out quick to put a n***a out
0:19The bullets larged in doctors can't get em out
0:21You gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs
0:24Mi records don't sell then I'ma sell d**gs
0:26From o's to whole p's
0:28Grams to whole keys
0:29No joke I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed
0:32D**e so pote and my fiends done od'd
0:35For 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed
0:37You really don't know me and that's the fun part
0:40See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart
0:42N you aliterate you can't even read the teleprompta
0:45I got n***as flying me w**d in by helicopter
0:48You look sad when I pass in this toy benz
0:51You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend
0:53Down
0:54The paint is peelin
0:56Now
0:57When the chips are down
0:59Down
1:00You gotta lose all feelin
1:01Now
1:02When the chips are down
1:04Down
1:05The paint is peelin
1:07Now
1:08When the chips are down
1:09Down
1:10You gotta lose all feelin
1:12Now
1:13Your head goes round n round
1:14You can feel my pain like a d**g
1:16You can light it with fire
1:17And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher
1:20Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired
1:22Going to court got a luminati judgin me biased
1:25S**t I talk ain't for everybody
1:27Walkin united
1:28The way I walk its a challenge just to balance on wires
1:30My old connect put me on
1:32Said he robbed the supplier
1:33So I pieced him out with pity cuz his a*s was on fire
1:36What goes around comes around holmes
1:38I ain't lyin
1:38That's why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence
1:41Just before a n***a wake I spend the night in silence
1:44To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace
1:46I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs
1:49Some nites I meditate hopin
1:51Bring me closer to god
1:52Tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars
1:55Get my health back to determine when I curln' them bars
1:58Down
1:59The paint is peelin
2:00Now
2:01When the chips are down
2:03Down
2:04You gotta lose all feelin
2:06Now
2:07When the chips are down
2:09Down
2:09The paint is peelin
2:11Now
2:12When the chips are down
2:14Down
2:15You gotta lose all feelin
2:16Now
2:17Your head goes round n round
2:19Yo this the upcoming success
2:20Definition of prospect
2:22Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits
2:25On any condition I drops it
2:27On a mission no listen to gossip
2:28Whether splittin imposta's
2:29Sorta like a mobsta and my n***as I got ya
2:32We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta
2:35Smokin w**d eatin curry chicken like the robstas
2:38After that go to city allen and get the lobstas
2:40Now can I get a witness
2:42Lemme show ya'll my visions
2:43Never had a job but still takin all my business
2:46No ged only diploma was my lyrics
2:48I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance
2:51And rap so I keep my dough stacks
2:53Don't me go back and clap clap
2:55At yo do' matt like n***a hold that
2:56There's no feelings I'm feelin cuz when I'm feelin I'm killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip
3:01They killin the villan what
3:02Down
3:03The paint is peelin
3:05Now
3:06When the chips are down
3:07Down
3:08You gotta lose all feelin
3:12Now
3:16When the chips are down
3:21Down
3:26The paint is peelin
3:34Now
3:40When the chips are down
3:45Down
3:46You gotta lose all feelin
3:50Now
3:55Your head goes round n round
The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now When the chips are down Yea I getz it poppin everybody know what remy bout Got n***as shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out Yea I spit it out quick to put a n***a out The bullets larged in doctors can't get em out You gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs Mi records don't sell then I'ma sell d**gs From o's to whole p's Grams to whole keys No joke I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed D**e so pote and my fiends done od'd For 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed You really don't know me and that's the fun part See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart N you aliterate you can't even read the teleprompta I got n***as flying me w**d in by helicopter You look sad when I pass in this toy benz You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now When the chips are down Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now Your head goes round n round You can feel my pain like a d**g You can light it with fire And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired Going to court got a luminati judgin me biased S**t I talk ain't for everybody Walkin united The way I walk its a challenge just to balance on wires My old connect put me on Said he robbed the supplier So I pieced him out with pity cuz his a*s was on fire What goes around comes around holmes I ain't lyin That's why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence Just before a n***a wake I spend the night in silence To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs Some nites I meditate hopin Bring me closer to god Tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars Get my health back to determine when I curln' them bars Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now When the chips are down Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now Your head goes round n round Yo this the upcoming success Definition of prospect Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits On any condition I drops it On a mission no listen to gossip Whether splittin imposta's Sorta like a mobsta and my n***as I got ya We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta Smokin w**d eatin curry chicken like the robstas After that go to city allen and get the lobstas Now can I get a witness Lemme show ya'll my visions Never had a job but still takin all my business No ged only diploma was my lyrics I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance And rap so I keep my dough stacks Don't me go back and clap clap At yo do' matt like n***a hold that There's no feelings I'm feelin cuz when I'm feelin I'm killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip They killin the villan what Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now When the chips are down Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now Your head goes round n round
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