CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 3 MAN CELL
Industry is full of a bunch of d**k sucking, d**k riding, bending over the desk a** n***as, straight up like that
Whoever don't like it, bring it, n***a, bring it, I don't give a f**k
Bring it, bring it, b*t*h
Well, the industry, it's full of, uh, homo, hating a** n***as
Y'know I mean? It's like they got...
They got this, this new breed of rapper
King Kong ain't got sh*t on me
What they oughta know is n***as got me f**ked up
All up in my bag, n***as mad 'cause if they rush, they get f**ked up
Whole gang, tidal wave, get wet in the rain
Mentally drained, take a stain just to ease the pain
B*t*h, we can bang it out, broad day
No AR or AK, it don't jam, f**k a Lamb
Hopped out the tank, orangutans all in the gang
Pull up, spin yo' block two times, hop out and snatch yo' chain
B*t*h, I'm p*ssed off
Dirty syringe, I'm sick, dog
Fist blood, I pull up and make yo' skin crawl
I ain't come to talk, I came to stomp heads
Red rain, bullets shower when I pop lead
Blood on my face and all up in my teeth
Don't step to me, you gon' taste defeat
Pray to God and walk amongst the sheep
But I stand alone, so don't talk to me
Genocide, pistol whippin', I grip a nine
Step inside this mind of mine, you won't leave alive
Columbine and when I bang, no survivors
Flatline, homicide without a sight
F**k, okay, yeah, you on that bullsh*t
Choppa gon' eat him and leave him moanin' with a full clip
N***as is bangin' 'til n***as bang 'em through the living room
Hangin' with killers 'til all the killers try to drill 'em, too
Get your chain chopped, brain stomped, cut your oxygen off
Leave 'em layin' in a box 'til they talkin' to a n***a who can drag 'em down to hell
How they in the trap when n***as can't afford they bail?
What they oughta know is n***as got me f**ked up
All up in my bag, n***as mad 'cause if they rush, they get f**ked up
Whole gang, tidal wave, get wet in the rain
Mentally drained, take a stain just to ease the pain
B*t*h, we can bang it out, broad day
No AR or AK, it don't jam, f**k a Lamb
Hopped out the tank, orangutans all in the gang
Pull up, spin yo' block two times, hop out and snatch yo' chain
You know what I'm sayin'?
They sucking the the record label executives' d**ks, and it's like
There's too much of that going on, you know what I'm saying?
Let me be me, let me be the artist that I am
And just play my motherf**kin' music, y'know I mean?
I'm not valuing and a**ociating myself with the industry, y'know I'm saying?
I'm not an industry artist, I'm an artist in the industry
I ain't with all that "in the club" sh*t, throwing it up
Them n***as probably on the same sh*t every f**king day
What are you, a f**kin' alcoholic? Y'know I mean?
Whoever don't like it, bring it, n***a, bring it, I don't give a f**k
Bring it, bring it, b*t*h
Well, the industry, it's full of, uh, homo, hating a** n***as
Y'know I mean? It's like they got...
They got this, this new breed of rapper
King Kong ain't got sh*t on me
What they oughta know is n***as got me f**ked up
All up in my bag, n***as mad 'cause if they rush, they get f**ked up
Whole gang, tidal wave, get wet in the rain
Mentally drained, take a stain just to ease the pain
B*t*h, we can bang it out, broad day
No AR or AK, it don't jam, f**k a Lamb
Hopped out the tank, orangutans all in the gang
Pull up, spin yo' block two times, hop out and snatch yo' chain
B*t*h, I'm p*ssed off
Dirty syringe, I'm sick, dog
Fist blood, I pull up and make yo' skin crawl
I ain't come to talk, I came to stomp heads
Red rain, bullets shower when I pop lead
Blood on my face and all up in my teeth
Don't step to me, you gon' taste defeat
Pray to God and walk amongst the sheep
But I stand alone, so don't talk to me
Genocide, pistol whippin', I grip a nine
Step inside this mind of mine, you won't leave alive
Columbine and when I bang, no survivors
Flatline, homicide without a sight
F**k, okay, yeah, you on that bullsh*t
Choppa gon' eat him and leave him moanin' with a full clip
N***as is bangin' 'til n***as bang 'em through the living room
Hangin' with killers 'til all the killers try to drill 'em, too
Get your chain chopped, brain stomped, cut your oxygen off
Leave 'em layin' in a box 'til they talkin' to a n***a who can drag 'em down to hell
How they in the trap when n***as can't afford they bail?
What they oughta know is n***as got me f**ked up
All up in my bag, n***as mad 'cause if they rush, they get f**ked up
Whole gang, tidal wave, get wet in the rain
Mentally drained, take a stain just to ease the pain
B*t*h, we can bang it out, broad day
No AR or AK, it don't jam, f**k a Lamb
Hopped out the tank, orangutans all in the gang
Pull up, spin yo' block two times, hop out and snatch yo' chain
You know what I'm sayin'?
They sucking the the record label executives' d**ks, and it's like
There's too much of that going on, you know what I'm saying?
Let me be me, let me be the artist that I am
And just play my motherf**kin' music, y'know I mean?
I'm not valuing and a**ociating myself with the industry, y'know I'm saying?
I'm not an industry artist, I'm an artist in the industry
I ain't with all that "in the club" sh*t, throwing it up
Them n***as probably on the same sh*t every f**king day
What are you, a f**kin' alcoholic? Y'know I mean?
