Clinton Sparks Dumb Hyphy текст песни, слова песни Dumb Hyphy Clinton Sparks & E-40
Clinton Sparks - Dumb Hyphy
feat. E-40
E-E-E-40
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Sponsorin' that soil, mayne
Go, go, (go dumb) go, go, (go dumb) go, go, (go dumb)
Lookout Pimp
Go, go, (go dumb) go, go, (go dumb) go, go, (go dumb)
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, (go dumb) go, go, (go dumb) go, go, (go dumb)
Dumb-d-dumb dumb dumb
[Verse 1:]
Pay attention to this beat like Dr. Spock ears
40's been spittin' heat for many many years
Runnin' game, nothin' but game I had to sprinkle
Sprinkle sprinkle sprinkle sprinkle (decorated jingle)
Sittin' 'n rear safety belt, head protection airbags,
Anti-lock brakes so I can smash
Then water my grass, make it greener than it used to be
Don't act like y'all ain't used to me
Bustin' like an uzi on a mirco-fitted g
Lookin' for some cuchi in my drop Chevy
Malibu, Calibu, I was ankled through the soil
Compatible, radicial, man I'm erkin' off that oil
Walkin' through the party with my mug on
Sippin' in the party gettin' my buzz on
Booty everywhere, short and long hair
It's groovy up in here, plenty for us to share
[Refrain:]
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb dumb
[Verse 2:]
Ladies love me y'all
See? Y'all don't understand
I ain't Denzel, but I'm aiight for a big man
I like signin' autographs, it doesn't bother me
I'm not an arrogant rapper. I be figgin' thee
The pharmacudial musical slangin' venturer
The antidote, like olive oil and vinegar
Bush-masters, two 23's, man, plutoneum
Lock-master, got more keys than a custodian
Not a backpacker rapper, I usually stay in my place, but hey
I ain't gon lie I need y'alls fan base
How far ahead am I?
I had to demonstrate a bottle of Louis XIII in 1998
On my album cover, I had a double album out
The element of surprise, that's all I talked about
Be on the lookout for my Dictionary: Book of Slang Thang
Finally comin', I'm brought to y'all by Murder-Mad Magazine
Mack like my street, the 13-hundred block
Kick my feet on this rap, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Refrain:]
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
Dumb-d-dumb dumb dumb
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