Royce Da 5'9'' Nobody Fucking With Us текст песни, слова песни Nobody Fucking With Us Royce Da 5'9'' & Bun B & Crooked I; Leaked/Snippet Version, Not On Mixtape
Royce Da 5'9'' - Nobody Fucking With Us
feat. Bun B & Crooked I; Leaked/Snippet Version, Not On Mixtape
Oh, y'all ain't think I was gon' let y'all niggas, uuh...
Leak some shit on the same day, and I ain't get in the mix digits?
You fuckin' fruits!
Pull the trigger, Bun! [car engine starts] [beat starts]
[Bun B:]
Let's get it started like transmission and alternators!
Got the keys in the cage, ready for who you call the greatest!
Takin 'em down from the biggest bitches to smallest haters,
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz. - Call 'em: "waiters".
Got my mind right, - money right, - ready for war!
And I got the C-4 - under my competitor's car.
These niggaz runnin' 'round, talkin' 'bout they better than Moi,
When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra!
Bitch I'm ahead of the pack; - and I'm ahead of the game!
And I put yo' head on a platter, you put some shit on my name!
Bitch, I'm the shit! - See the stains that I done left on the track?
And I ain't sayin' no names, but I left the best on they back!
And they ain't sayin' no names so I gotta say it myself!
I'm finger fuckin' this game, so you gotta play with yourself!
Don't pull a 'K off the shelf, - or pull a strap out the stash!
I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo' ass!
I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass.
Call the coppers to catch me and they'll just tell you to drop it,
I'll find you sooner or later; - and they can't do shit to stop it!
Got that thang and I'm a pop it like a bubble on the double
I am trouble in the flesh, - you can't see me with the Hubble.
We ain't wishin' these niggaz "Good luck! " - Go get a clover!
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3"! - This shit is over!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Who you said was dope agaaiin? (was dope agaaiin...)
Ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! - Nobody fucking with us!
Who you said was hot again? (was hot again...)
Ay-ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! - Nobody fucking with us!
Who you say could spit agaaiin? (could spit agaaiin...)
Ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! - Nobody fucking with us!
Who you said was dope again? (was dope again...)
Ay-ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! - Nobody fucking with us!
[Crooked I:]
I'm the present and the future;
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the present in the future. - An executive producer!
You will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser
Mess with me and I'll definitely shoot ya! (WAAHHHHH!)
I'm a do's ya like I'm reppin the Yakuza
Die hard like I'm sexin' with Medusa!
Do somethin' nigga! (NIGGA!) - Born thuggin' - I don't fuck with the cock!
Nuts hang down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks.
I ain't gotta act tough to get a couple of props
Lil' nigga raised hisself. - I don't know what's up with my pops!
Do I think I'm the dopest - in America? I do! (I do!)
Make you switch your whole style like you're datin' Erykah Badu. (Erykah Badu!)
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you!
I'm fucked up - like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews. (YEAH!)
I'm spankin' this instrumental - like a wrinkly old bitch.
I'm whippin' the kick and snare - make 'em pick they own switch!
I'm smarter than computers that know how to fix they own glitch!
I'll leave you face down. - Like chicks who lick they own tits! (uh-huh!)
And from this day forward - Crooked is aging backwards
Gettin' younger and fresher! - Puttin' bums under some pressure. (yeah!)
Yes sir! (yes sir!) - Watch the next Slaughterhouse album
Every line is white powder, I ain't talkin' 'bout talcum.
I am tighter than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin' in a Smart car
Distinguished alkie! - The flask on the armoire. (aaahhhhh!)
I'm from the home of the most popular bomb weed
Most proper, hoes rock with my partners who top seed.
Po' vodka, we gon' bottle pop in the calm breeze, (calm breeze!)
No copper can stop a COB star. (a COB star) - I'm a giant!
Dumpin' my cigar ashes out on top of the palm trees. (uhh!)
Chrome chopper, if I squeeze you drop on the concrete! (AAAHHHH!)
You wanna talk about the paper? Oh, let's do it!
Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it.
Still gettin' out-of-town paper so don't confuse it,
Tell the Hip-Hop cops: "Nah! - It's only music! " (whaaa'?)
And haters steady eavesdroppin' on "The Bar Exam"
Prob'ly in your trunk now, dependin' on what car I ram!
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Flow tight, I should pro'bly ghostwrite for your idol;
My pen game is God-like. - I could write for the Bible!
I'm so gooood, - that after I rock it tonight
I'm a go "SEX-U-AL CHOCO-LATE" and drop the mic'.
Don't-even-attempt to stop me. - Mention me, top me.
My pencil is - niiice, should only mentally be droppin' the dice. (droppin' the dice!)
I'm a speech beast, you best to not approach me;
Matter-of-fact, I think I second that emotion like a Retweet.
My stock goin' up - like a Lamborghini door;
I feel like Chuck Woolery in the damn Panini store.
You playin' yourself! - You remind me of the lotto,
You was GOOD, and then you turned HOOD, - you remind me of Moscato.
I don't aim; I'm like Dick Cheney.
The 4 spray, I'll light ya head like Lil' Palin - when he gets angry.
This ain't Simon Says! Bitch, this what Ryan says;
I hit the track and IT'S A WRAP like Aunt Jemima head! (Aunt Jemima head!)
I'm beyond - out-of-my-mind - if you can imagine, usin' "Magic's"
"Johnson" without a condom. - I'm BONKERS! (I'm BONKERS!)
Yeeaah! - Got the streets goin': "Dude is tremendous."
If I come for your blood, I ain't gonna be usin' syringes.
I am raw, there's a difference between I and y'all
You opposed, you throwin' fire balls - at an iron wall.
The sound of Alan Grunblatt signin' his name on the dotted line;
And that paper is your favorite rapper signin' off. (signin' off!) [acapella]
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Hehe-heeehhh!
Haha-aa-ooohh!
That's the other victory laugh.
I JUST FUCKED THAT BEAT IN THE ASS!
LIKE DICK... BEAT THE ASS!
SHOUT TO JUGGANAUTS!
You can't hear Joey and Joell's verse...
You gotta go get "B.E. 3"!
This is just a snippet.
I'm 'bout to bring it from the SOUL...
In 5... 4... 3... 2...
Shady!
Got a nice ring to him.
Don't that shit sounds so good comin' from me?
DON'T THAT SHIT SOUNDS SO GOOD COMIN' FROM MEEE?!
Yeah!
Tell ya favorite rappers we comin' for blood out this bitch!
Slaughterhouse!
And if you like the white boy...
Then your ass might as well start likin' me, too!
Cause from HERE ON OUT...
Anytime you see HIM...
You gonna see me, too!
Good niiight! [echoes] [beat fades-out]
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