Текст (слова) песни: Arabesque - Bellyache

 
[Verse 1] 
Shut your face homeboy, yo it`s on 
Quit your belly ache, your bitch and your moan 
Hold your ground, hold your grudge hold your throne 
It`s Arabesque and he`s officially blown 
To all my headaches, I`m your Tylenol 
Light years ahead of you ask the god 
Thugs do the Debbie Gibson when they hear this 
Backpackers pack there saddle on my penis 
Best thing since sliced bread cut by Saukrates 
Soul strut like Koreans with Bum Knees 
Sy Wyld bring the beat like syameese 
48 cali with those desert e`s 
Commisso count my bread count my dough count my biscuit 
I`m the mob`s official meal ticket 
I`ll send your ass home and that`s an order 
Like my pops with a 5 o`clock shadow at the border 
 
[Chorus] 
Bellyache, wooooo that`s that bellyache 
I ain`t goin no where 
Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache 
Ayo Get use to me 
Bellyache, wooooo that`s that bellyache 
Quit your Belly Achin` 
Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache 
Motherfucker get used to me 
 
[Verse 2] 
Ya girl got them wanderin` eyes, and you wonderin why 
Motherfucker I`m one hell of a guy 
9-5 on the nag 9-5 on the rag 9-5 make me gag 
Venus is a full time job stay flappin` they jaws 
At Mars policies and laws 
You like way I gassed you up 
You fucking cocky cock 
I`m Palestinian I was born to rock 
It`s all real to a brotha you feel 
Hold down the club like my name is steering wheel 
Aramaic on the tongue big Besque on the chest 
Those who want it we can put it to rest 
To all the fakes make no mistake 
This ain`t Degrassi High boy son, I don`t run with the snakes 
Don`t get it twisted b 
Ya mamma does dig me 
 
[Chorus] 
Bellyache, wooooo that`s that bellyache 
I ain`t goin no where 
Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache 
Ayo Get use to me 
Bellyache, wooooo that`s that bellyache 
Quit your Belly Achin` 
Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache 
Motherfucker get used to me 
 
[Verse 3] 
Sand nigga sensation 
If it ain`t Paula Abdul its Big Besque on your radio station 
Ayo my people what`s the haps 
It`s like good will handin` out mics we catchin us a bum rap 
My fam doesn`t own a 7-11 
We hold down the bar with the southern and 7 
For heaven sakes, been through all the pain and aches 
Ayo son you know this wasn`t a quick break 
 
[Chorus] 
Bellyache, wooooo that`s that bellyache 
I ain`t goin no where 
Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache 
Ayo Get use to me 
Bellyache, wooooo that`s that bellyache 
Quit your Belly Achin` 
Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache 
Motherfucker get used to me
 

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