Текст (слова) песни: Fab 5 - Blah

 
I`m a professional 
I`m a professional 
I`m a professional... 
 
[Top Dog] 
You must be blind and deaf 
to think that you can test 
Originoo Gunn Clappz 2 to yo chest 
(Pumm! Pumm!) 
may the buddha bless you where they rest you 
underground, where you hear the sound 
BUCKTOWN! 
home where we roam 
pack mad chrome 
so niggas watch your dome-piece 
or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head 
batty bwoy gwan dead 
[Ruck] 
time for some action 
dick in yo mouth satisfaction 
I pull it out you breathe again like Toni Braxton 
i`m askin niggas, but i`m blastin niggas 
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the Ruck just laugh at niggas 
my mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills 
so i`ll drill styles that keep the mine filled 
blunts get smoked and chumps get choked 
when they try to quote the notes that B-I-G Ruck wrote 
so ah make way for the master blaster 
who blast past bastards, cuz my shit`s mastered,uh 
Chorus: 
BLAH! like this 
BLAH! like that 
the Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz 
BLAH! like this 
BLAH! like that 
the Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz 
BLAH! like this 
BLAH! like that 
the Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz 
[Louieville Sluggah] 
well it`s the Louieville Sluggah motherfucka 
straight outta Bucktown! 
word to mother, shit is real fuckin` with this crowd 
times is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard 
to block the body scars, Bootcamp always stand in charge 
I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas 
all them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas 
and Smif(Smif) to the Wessun(Wessun) got our backs 
so nigga grab ya gat, cuz you could catch a head clap 
slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face 
or catch 2 strays straight to ya face 
you punk pussy, you`s a rookie 
i`ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me 
i`ll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth 
the truth you shoulda let loose 
(Chorus) 
[Rock] 
Ayo, go get your boys 
tell `em bring the noise if ya want want it 
(Fuck dem niggas!) 
try and run up on this nigga that stay blunted 
that nigga Rock still livin` ill 
i will kill at will 
and fill you up from yo gut to yo grill 
(tell em sam, tell em sam) 
Nah, man that be my grandpops 
I slam cops for Glocks 
and buck shots all over your block 
I can`t believe there really be non-believers 
who wanna see the Rock give `em Growing Pains like Mike Seaver 
(nah mean) 
Mr. Inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the Originoo Gunn Clappaz 
so act up, we strapped 
(WHAT!) 
Boot Camp`s thick in this bitch 
guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit 
[Starang] 
niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus 
fuck around and get that ass bust 
standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened 
fuckin with the Starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin 
Awesome, tossin` niggas like Steve Austin 
niggas get baked like beans that`s straight from Boston 
and my Glocks make shit hot, cops get 
more nervous than Thursdays on the Box 
and every now and then a sucka trys to attack 
Heltah Skeltah plays the front, Gunn Clappaz in the back 
so act, like you want the Mac to ya grill 
embrace my face it`s kill or be killed 
(Chorus) 
like this like this like this like this like this like that 
it`s the Heltah Skeltah Gunn Clappaz 
Blah this, Blah that, like this like that...
 

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