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Mobb Deep
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Flavor for the Non Believes
作词:Albert Johnson, Kejuan W. Muchita, Kerwin E. Young
Yo, this is flavor for the non believes Sit back, take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed And by the way, this is all the way live And the way that I survive is pumpin' nickels and dimes
Pumpin' rocks on the corner, pumpin' rocks 'cause I wanna The little Don Ho drug dealer [Incomprehensible]performer At my height, I'm described as a midget But it ain't about height, it's about, 'Can I kick it?'
Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill I hit skins, light up and then I smoke a Phil' You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent I'm not good, I'm livin' like a hood
And when I kick MC's abandon ship 'Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring 'Cause I'm flippin' like pages in a Word Up magazine
Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante So explicit, even porno flicks ban me And girls gel me like jheri curl activate The forty dog drinkin' money
Grip, you're dead and stinkin' Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin' This is a rap rape and I leave a fat taste Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place
I cook you up, like Uptown raw base And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw For the cause, battle me, take a loss
I steal shows like Bel Biv Devoe's And put on my latex when I hit up the hoes You know the flavor kid, give me my props 'Cause it's 1992 and all the bullshit stops
Check it, this is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes Check it, this is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes
Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin' old gold Roll up my nickel, pack of weed, lick it up and stroll Prodigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxic Check out the way, check out the way, the way that I drop it
You know my style, step back 'cause I'm buck wild All it takes is a mic, 40 dog and a smile Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick, the ruler 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of Buddha
MC's can't get with Mister Mister Money don't fake moves 'cause I probably hit your sister I'm on a mission, word is bond Word to God, I goes on, the little Don
Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic I murder with the brain of Hitler black And me bein' weak, even Kodak couldn't picture that
This is flavor for the This is flavor for the non believes Flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes
Niggaz don't understand first of all I rip when I rip check it, never stall Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours I'm goin' all out, check it
You thought I couldn't wish I wanna do what I did I did it so I done, kill another fuckin' kid 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck and you do That's why your stupid ass got bucked outta luck
Never took the time to wish Took a bitch down then I'm out like quick Nestle chocolate, munch like it's [Incomprehensible] That was then, this is now, I'm goin' for the gold
Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short Fuckin' niggaz bitches just for the sport But not without the jimmy 'cause bitches Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that I ain't with
Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go With another fly groove, 'cause I'm so smooth Never like to brag but I do it still Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil'
So next time kid, you wanna beef just chill Before I break your ass up to bits How many licks would it take? Check it out, one, two, three bitch-ass nigga licks
This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes
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