Call The Cops (instrumental) 歌词

歌曲	Call The Cops (instrumental)
歌手	Dr. Dooom
歌手	Kool Keith
歌手	KutMasta Kurt
专辑	First Come, First Served (Instrumentals)
下载	Image LRC TXT

	you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh
	Man, Hey,
	Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good
	I seen ya’ll this mornin on ‘
	Cops,’ man, they had ya’ll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya’ll should stay low.
	Gene called.
	He need five dollas. (Dr. Dooom)
	Ultimate focus behind ya neck can’t reflex with text on your lyrical index
	Stop the masses rotate the fastest
	Afro gerry curl world, get ignited re-invited on your main sources like the
	Enforcers
	Sub-machines spray your
	Liberace pianos
	Free-style ambulances ring out your new dances
	While ya’ll can’t rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody
	Got your face disgustin’ me
	Wit’ animal-like instincts
	I left a dead gorilla in the skatin’ rink
	Penetrated your
	Gap jeans with
	Black & Decker machines
	Alternate your
	Scullies, catch dead rats in
	Saran Wrap
	Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
	Make you eat your own feces, ?sell yourleardrumbelices?
	Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen
	Uncircumcised between your mom’s thighs
	That’s right, wit a face like
	Michael Myers
	I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers
	Bound to eat a
	German Shepard in the
	Mohave Desert
	While ya’ll talk gangsta
	I push body carts in shopping carts
	Leave wigs on streets on
	Melrose so coroners can smell those
	Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya’ll get the back heat?
	With the police department scared to look at my apartment
	Three weeks ago
	I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs
	Went to Ralph’s and bought a six pack and some eggs
	Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved
	Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
	Drinkin’ Yoo-
	Hoos and doughnuts, ya’ll punks think
	I’m so nuts
	Walkin’ in hospital roooms like the black
	Dr. Dooom
	Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like
	Iancide(sic.)
	You run and hide
	Handicap wit no maps
	I’m after you throw gas at you. (The projects called the cops)
	The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
	Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states (The projects called the cops.) (Mutha****a') (Jackie Jasper)
	Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, sell for the thugs:
	A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs,
	Persian rugs
	Wit dead bodies on it, call
	Colombo, who dunnit, solve it
	And I’ll revolve it
	And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs?
	A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio
	Ratio fa sho’.
	Positive why
	I die I live comatose tomato juice and
	Cherry Ho’s and toast
	Santa Barbara at the
	Barbie coast most?
	Chicks licks black holes
	French expose
	Wastin’ my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose?
	I penetrated ya neck wit a
	Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like
	Bookmen? Don’t ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors
	Smokin’ glass wit coleslaw hangin’ out ya ass
	Take a blast,
	I’m travelin’ fast, pass a nymphomaniac
	Diggin’ up corpse
	I’m a necrophiliac getting my chick back
	In an up-smack
	Had that head bobbin,’ joggin,’ cyclin,’ recyclin.’
	Connivin,’ arrivin,’ hearse drivin’ it’s even.
	Seven heads, ten horns, believing.
	Evil demon
	As Stella
	Steven retreatin’ you’re beatin’
	Eatin’ dead puss.
	Sardine can smell from here to hell.
	A gladiator wit tights under disco lights.
	Blowin’ a harmonica, yo, in
	Santa Monica in a
	Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name
	Rhonda? Call
	Macero? Call
	Dan-O, call
	Cello? Five-
	O rollin’ in a
	Pinto from
	Ohio, Toledo, down to
	San Pedro
	Believe me, ho,
	I sold Curtis the blow.
	The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
	Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (The projects called the cops) (Book em’)

	you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh
	Man, Hey,
	Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good
	I seen ya' ll this mornin on '
	Cops,' man, they had ya' ll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya' ll should stay low.
	Gene called.
	He need five dollas. Dr. Dooom
	Ultimate focus behind ya neck can' t reflex with text on your lyrical index
	Stop the masses rotate the fastest
	Afro gerry curl world, get ignited reinvited on your main sources like the
	Enforcers
	Submachines spray your
	Liberace pianos
	Freestyle ambulances ring out your new dances
	While ya' ll can' t rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody
	Got your face disgustin' me
	Wit' animallike instincts
	I left a dead gorilla in the skatin' rink
	Penetrated your
	Gap jeans with
	Black Decker machines
	Alternate your
	Scullies, catch dead rats in
	Saran Wrap
	Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
	Make you eat your own feces, ? sell yourleardrumbelices?
	Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen
	Uncircumcised between your mom' s thighs
	That' s right, wit a face like
	Michael Myers
	I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers
	Bound to eat a
	German Shepard in the
	Mohave Desert
	While ya' ll talk gangsta
	I push body carts in shopping carts
	Leave wigs on streets on
	Melrose so coroners can smell those
	Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya' ll get the back heat?
	With the police department scared to look at my apartment
	Three weeks ago
	I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs
	Went to Ralph' s and bought a six pack and some eggs
	Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved
	Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
	Drinkin' Yoo
	Hoos and doughnuts, ya' ll punks think
	I' m so nuts
	Walkin' in hospital roooms like the black
	Dr. Dooom
	Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like
	Iancide sic.
	You run and hide
	Handicap wit no maps
	I' m after you throw gas at you. The projects called the cops
	The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
	Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states The projects called the cops. Mutha a' Jackie Jasper
	Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, sell for the thugs:
	A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs,
	Persian rugs
	Wit dead bodies on it, call
	Colombo, who dunnit, solve it
	And I' ll revolve it
	And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs?
	A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio
	Ratio fa sho'.
	Positive why
	I die I live comatose tomato juice and
	Cherry Ho' s and toast
	Santa Barbara at the
	Barbie coast most?
	Chicks licks black holes
	French expose
	Wastin' my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose?
	I penetrated ya neck wit a
	Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like
	Bookmen? Don' t ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixtynine flavors, behaviors
	Smokin' glass wit coleslaw hangin' out ya ass
	Take a blast,
	I' m travelin' fast, pass a nymphomaniac
	Diggin' up corpse
	I' m a necrophiliac getting my chick back
	In an upsmack
	Had that head bobbin,' joggin,' cyclin,' recyclin.'
	Connivin,' arrivin,' hearse drivin' it' s even.
	Seven heads, ten horns, believing.
	Evil demon
	As Stella
	Steven retreatin' you' re beatin'
	Eatin' dead puss.
	Sardine can smell from here to hell.
	A gladiator wit tights under disco lights.
	Blowin' a harmonica, yo, in
	Santa Monica in a
	Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name
	Rhonda? Call
	Macero? Call
	DanO, call
	Cello? Five
	O rollin' in a
	Pinto from
	Ohio, Toledo, down to
	San Pedro
	Believe me, ho,
	I sold Curtis the blow.
	The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
	Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states The projects called the cops Book em'

	you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh
	Man, Hey,
	Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good
	I seen ya' ll this mornin on '
	Cops,' man, they had ya' ll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya' ll should stay low.
	Gene called.
	He need five dollas. Dr. Dooom
	Ultimate focus behind ya neck can' t reflex with text on your lyrical index
	Stop the masses rotate the fastest
	Afro gerry curl world, get ignited reinvited on your main sources like the
	Enforcers
	Submachines spray your
	Liberace pianos
	Freestyle ambulances ring out your new dances
	While ya' ll can' t rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody
	Got your face disgustin' me
	Wit' animallike instincts
	I left a dead gorilla in the skatin' rink
	Penetrated your
	Gap jeans with
	Black Decker machines
	Alternate your
	Scullies, catch dead rats in
	Saran Wrap
	Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
	Make you eat your own feces, ? sell yourleardrumbelices?
	Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen
	Uncircumcised between your mom' s thighs
	That' s right, wit a face like
	Michael Myers
	I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers
	Bound to eat a
	German Shepard in the
	Mohave Desert
	While ya' ll talk gangsta
	I push body carts in shopping carts
	Leave wigs on streets on
	Melrose so coroners can smell those
	Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya' ll get the back heat?
	With the police department scared to look at my apartment
	Three weeks ago
	I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs
	Went to Ralph' s and bought a six pack and some eggs
	Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved
	Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
	Drinkin' Yoo
	Hoos and doughnuts, ya' ll punks think
	I' m so nuts
	Walkin' in hospital roooms like the black
	Dr. Dooom
	Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like
	Iancide sic.
	You run and hide
	Handicap wit no maps
	I' m after you throw gas at you. The projects called the cops
	The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
	Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states The projects called the cops. Mutha a' Jackie Jasper
	Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, sell for the thugs:
	A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs,
	Persian rugs
	Wit dead bodies on it, call
	Colombo, who dunnit, solve it
	And I' ll revolve it
	And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs?
	A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio
	Ratio fa sho'.
	Positive why
	I die I live comatose tomato juice and
	Cherry Ho' s and toast
	Santa Barbara at the
	Barbie coast most?
	Chicks licks black holes
	French expose
	Wastin' my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose?
	I penetrated ya neck wit a
	Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like
	Bookmen? Don' t ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixtynine flavors, behaviors
	Smokin' glass wit coleslaw hangin' out ya ass
	Take a blast,
	I' m travelin' fast, pass a nymphomaniac
	Diggin' up corpse
	I' m a necrophiliac getting my chick back
	In an upsmack
	Had that head bobbin,' joggin,' cyclin,' recyclin.'
	Connivin,' arrivin,' hearse drivin' it' s even.
	Seven heads, ten horns, believing.
	Evil demon
	As Stella
	Steven retreatin' you' re beatin'
	Eatin' dead puss.
	Sardine can smell from here to hell.
	A gladiator wit tights under disco lights.
	Blowin' a harmonica, yo, in
	Santa Monica in a
	Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name
	Rhonda? Call
	Macero? Call
	DanO, call
	Cello? Five
	O rollin' in a
	Pinto from
	Ohio, Toledo, down to
	San Pedro
	Believe me, ho,
	I sold Curtis the blow.
	The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
	Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states The projects called the cops Book em'

相似歌曲

YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)