Bless the M.I.C. 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bless the M.I.C. |
| 歌手 | The Beatnuts |
| 专辑 | Stone Crazy |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| (Psycho Les) Drop it On ‘Em x2 | |
| (Hook) Get on the mic and bless the M-I-C (eyo) x 3 | |
| Psycho Les | |
| I'm a hit you up with an exclusive | |
| Beatnut joint got you froze like gunpoint | |
| Bitch niggas gettin drowsy droppin to they knees like prostis shout to my Queens posse | |
| From Northern Boulevard straight up Junction my system got to be in full function to the max | |
| Doin 90 relax down Roosevelt Heineken between the laps | |
| But debt that issue times rip you like tissue and fold you up and wipe my ass wit you | |
| GOOD? Make sure you understand. Understood? (muthafuckah) | |
| Get on the mic and Bless the M.I.C (eyo) | |
| Gab Gotcha | |
| I hustle bangin jargon through ya | |
| jungle at a bargain I'm hydro sparkin jugglin babies down like Barnum | |
| you clownin claim to grip a flow so tight | |
| I humble pros who go thinkin it can't happen tonight | |
| what better time than now? | |
| Make you a distant memory my pedigree specialize in cheddar cheese I forever be the architect constantly to build my conglomerate construction with bricks to get us cribs and apartment | |
| wreck the parliament drugadelic the flashlight one nation under grooves on this beat nuff life so get the funk right | |
| you the skunk type who spark greens I like Cambodian grown by the Vietnamese while gettin blown by a Phillipine queen who strip tease and seeing figures bleed like the final Godfather scenes | |
| now the faculties throughout the world'll know watch and take notice | |
| Chief General Gab Gotcha | |
| (hook) | |
| JuJu | |
| Tie em up quick light em up quick get the ends | |
| Yo I never had too many friends | |
| money mens keep a low key | |
| You gotta have the stash remotely | |
| (Away from the family and coke) or get smoked provoke me | |
| I never let the Chocolate choke me | |
| I know what it mean to be broke B ya joking me? | |
| That shit is over like those leather front pullovers them Gucci hats and them high rise Chevy Novas | |
| Give me a chauffeur a twenty foot leather sofa (let me chill) | |
| I feel the Feds getting closer | |
| To toast a rhyme to hit where it supposed ta | |
| Be till I D-I-E a Costra Nostra | |
| What? Nigga. | |
| Nigga What x 3 |
| Psycho Les Drop it On ' Em x2 | |
| Hook Get on the mic and bless the MIC eyo x 3 | |
| Psycho Les | |
| I' m a hit you up with an exclusive | |
| Beatnut joint got you froze like gunpoint | |
| Bitch niggas gettin drowsy droppin to they knees like prostis shout to my Queens posse | |
| From Northern Boulevard straight up Junction my system got to be in full function to the max | |
| Doin 90 relax down Roosevelt Heineken between the laps | |
| But debt that issue times rip you like tissue and fold you up and wipe my ass wit you | |
| GOOD? Make sure you understand. Understood? muthafuckah | |
| Get on the mic and Bless the M. I. C eyo | |
| Gab Gotcha | |
| I hustle bangin jargon through ya | |
| jungle at a bargain I' m hydro sparkin jugglin babies down like Barnum | |
| you clownin claim to grip a flow so tight | |
| I humble pros who go thinkin it can' t happen tonight | |
| what better time than now? | |
| Make you a distant memory my pedigree specialize in cheddar cheese I forever be the architect constantly to build my conglomerate construction with bricks to get us cribs and apartment | |
| wreck the parliament drugadelic the flashlight one nation under grooves on this beat nuff life so get the funk right | |
| you the skunk type who spark greens I like Cambodian grown by the Vietnamese while gettin blown by a Phillipine queen who strip tease and seeing figures bleed like the final Godfather scenes | |
| now the faculties throughout the world' ll know watch and take notice | |
| Chief General Gab Gotcha | |
| hook | |
| JuJu | |
| Tie em up quick light em up quick get the ends | |
| Yo I never had too many friends | |
| money mens keep a low key | |
| You gotta have the stash remotely | |
| Away from the family and coke or get smoked provoke me | |
| I never let the Chocolate choke me | |
| I know what it mean to be broke B ya joking me? | |
| That shit is over like those leather front pullovers them Gucci hats and them high rise Chevy Novas | |
| Give me a chauffeur a twenty foot leather sofa let me chill | |
| I feel the Feds getting closer | |
| To toast a rhyme to hit where it supposed ta | |
| Be till I DIE a Costra Nostra | |
| What? Nigga. | |
| Nigga What x 3 |
| Psycho Les Drop it On ' Em x2 | |
| Hook Get on the mic and bless the MIC eyo x 3 | |
| Psycho Les | |
| I' m a hit you up with an exclusive | |
| Beatnut joint got you froze like gunpoint | |
| Bitch niggas gettin drowsy droppin to they knees like prostis shout to my Queens posse | |
| From Northern Boulevard straight up Junction my system got to be in full function to the max | |
| Doin 90 relax down Roosevelt Heineken between the laps | |
| But debt that issue times rip you like tissue and fold you up and wipe my ass wit you | |
| GOOD? Make sure you understand. Understood? muthafuckah | |
| Get on the mic and Bless the M. I. C eyo | |
| Gab Gotcha | |
| I hustle bangin jargon through ya | |
| jungle at a bargain I' m hydro sparkin jugglin babies down like Barnum | |
| you clownin claim to grip a flow so tight | |
| I humble pros who go thinkin it can' t happen tonight | |
| what better time than now? | |
| Make you a distant memory my pedigree specialize in cheddar cheese I forever be the architect constantly to build my conglomerate construction with bricks to get us cribs and apartment | |
| wreck the parliament drugadelic the flashlight one nation under grooves on this beat nuff life so get the funk right | |
| you the skunk type who spark greens I like Cambodian grown by the Vietnamese while gettin blown by a Phillipine queen who strip tease and seeing figures bleed like the final Godfather scenes | |
| now the faculties throughout the world' ll know watch and take notice | |
| Chief General Gab Gotcha | |
| hook | |
| JuJu | |
| Tie em up quick light em up quick get the ends | |
| Yo I never had too many friends | |
| money mens keep a low key | |
| You gotta have the stash remotely | |
| Away from the family and coke or get smoked provoke me | |
| I never let the Chocolate choke me | |
| I know what it mean to be broke B ya joking me? | |
| That shit is over like those leather front pullovers them Gucci hats and them high rise Chevy Novas | |
| Give me a chauffeur a twenty foot leather sofa let me chill | |
| I feel the Feds getting closer | |
| To toast a rhyme to hit where it supposed ta | |
| Be till I DIE a Costra Nostra | |
| What? Nigga. | |
| Nigga What x 3 |
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