Идет поиск видеоклипа в базе...

(при отсутствии ролика в базе, ничего не произойдет)

Получи текст песни

Ill Bill f Goretex, Necro - Glenwood Projects

на свой мобильный!
Отправь SMS с текстом 55788-108-1747 на номер 5537.

Предложение действительно для Российских операторов.

[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-fuckin` Projects, that was the fuckin` place man. Fuckin`
crack smoking all night. Cookin` it up, sellin` C4, weapons, blowguns, every
mother-fuckin` thing - what a fuckin` rush. We were cookin` the shit up, an`
I smoked it up an` the Jamaicans man, they came back, fuckin` torched the
place, with me mother-fuckin` in it! I couldn`t get out the fuckin
apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fuckin window, it was
fuckin` dynamite!"

[Ill Bill]
Ill Bill lost sanity - lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze, cannabis sativa - spit ether - violently
Very vociferous – victorious - hotter than a crematorium - I`ll kill all of you
Kill you – mother-fuck you - Drop dead faggit it`s the dragon
.44 Magnum - splatter you in front of your family
My fire arms, never be tired - up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye – an` one in ya ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching they heads
Life is like a high-jacked airliner, but we managed to win
Back to the crib, breakin up the cats in the brig
Havin a bitch - flashin the tits - While you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids

[Chorus – Ill Bill x2]
I put the D into Drugs an` the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an` the T into Thugs
I put the C into `Caine an` the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop – three in ya brain

[Necro]
I get impatient like a long bid - get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
Shit gets awkward, like I`m on a drug an` I can`t get off it
Blank out – rip a shank out
Treat you like Vietcong - hit you like the weed in a bong
Your pussy like a G-string or thong
You think I`m sick? Fucked up? Oh am I?
You think you can`t die?
Don`t think your crazy cuz a years passed by
Beat you down with my fuckin` hands tied
Now change your attitude, before you get cracked from different latitudes
By kids that are mad at you – they expect gratitude
I`ll strike a foe - even if you don`t know me you better act like you know
Especially if you`re soft – I`ve earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf
The gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a moth
Your sloppy, cuz you start beef, and cop please, but not me…

[Chorus – Ill Bill x2]
I put the D into Drugs an` the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an` the T into Thugs
I put the C into `Caine an` the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop – three in ya brain

[Goretex]
I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats
A John Hinckley – run up on politicians with ski caps
Laser weapons – I bleed coke, happiness is like a warm gun
Run in ya crib slitting ya G`s throat
Cruise the block, whippin` uzi`s an` pop
Loosin the cops, whether new lots or zooming through Watts
The newest space suite, love rocking titties like grapefruits
Phase two - Rasta-ice inverted "Hey-Zeus" (Jesus)
I`m up in fat burger – bag some codeine
So clean, pinstripe gat runners are Old G`s
serving the fiends crack, dope and weed
Glenwood projects - we living the American dream
Screaming "hey pelican" – trains of coke on my cock
Handle bars like "Vivica" – with nipples and crotch
We toured - drive-bys on the mongoose with glocks
This ain`t rhetorical, the story gets worse – you get shot


[Chorus – Ill Bill x2]
I put the D into Drugs an` the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an` the T into Thugs
I put the C into `Caine an` the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop – three in ya brain

http://muzsupport.com/music/eng/108/1/1747.html