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Heltah Skeltah - Leflah Leflour Eshkoshka

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Предложение действительно для Российских операторов.

* originally appeared as the extended version of leflah on fab 5s blah 12"



Intro:



Yes

The name of this shit here is

Leflour leflah eshkoshka

The fab 5



Chorus: rock



Yes yes yall (yes yall)

O.g.c., heltah skeltah be the best yall (best yall)

Fab 5 slam from east to west yall (west yall)

Sound pound straight through your bubble vest yall (vest yall)

And check yo chest yall (chest yall)



Verse one: strang, rock, louisville



Ay curumba strang gun clappa number

One on tha set man I cut ya like lumber

Still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear

Make all you motherfuckers wonder where

I come from, cuz motherfuck dapper dan

Im a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand

Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot

Dru ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props



Eh yo next to snap a neck be big r-o-c-k

Send mcs to me in squads of three say

Rockness monsta, is he for real? it cant be

See him in action as he transform that mans me

Enemies aint kotter, aint no welcome back in my home or

Knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones

Phone home or return like jedi

I bet I can without lai give yo stupid ass a red eye



Me nah like

Niggaz who cant see pass a likkle bit of light

You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight

And 6 feet deep is where you sleep

Eternally restin in peace you felt relief

Now big up to all my true headz in the east

Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat

You best ta believe that fab 5 got my back

(got my back) its like dat



Verse two: ruck, louisville



I control the masses, wit metaphors thats massive

Dont ask if the nigga ruckest bash shit like cassius

Im drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin

Cuz herbs jus be shittin off the words I be kickin

I scold you, double headed swords for the petty

But I told you, bitch niggaz that headz aint ready

Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are

Fuckin wit the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred



Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew

Its the originoo gun clappa two

Rushin through, three on three you cant see we

Cuz we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight

So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp

Jus got amped so I took em out for a dance

Bigga triggas fallin down

Like the bridges of london, but aint too many niggaz runnin



Chorus



Verse three: rock --> louisville in ()s



Aiyyo why oh why did I need cappucino

Scar on my face but Im not al pacino

(we 3 amigos) sparsky and dutch we bring mo

Drama than what? (a primetime nbc tv show)

(headz dont know and damn sure aint ready)

(niggas walk the street wit more boop than betty)

Shitll get heavy (back of the tree now surrender)

(my pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender)

Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center

Like rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter

(o.g.c. rush the scene, the mission from backup) yeah

(baseball bats attack like jersey fools that act up) act up

(folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough)

(pepto-bismol before this nigga let go)

He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through

Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true cuz they doo-doo



Verse four: ruck, strang --> top dawg in ()s



Everybody framed, aint nobody yappin no more

Ive evidence on your click so yall niggaz hit the floor

With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water

Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters

To take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight

You dont do right youre gwan get dead to spite

Our click foundation stays thick through the war

Im keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door



Its a shame how these mcs are wannabees

Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)

Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya

Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector

(so what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two)

(degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these)

(now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle)

(then I will make niggaz beat it and scream just like michael)

So how many corny mcs gwan try

When strang sets shit off like the 4th of july

(nobody) why? (cuz everybody gets bodies my brother)

(I smother a nigga then ruck bounce like rubber)

Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire

Yo desires, they call me siah cuz Im flyer

Live like wires, beast from the east who is he

When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy



Chorus 2x

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