Текст песни Sideburns - Sideburns VS Styles Of Beyond - One Of Those Things

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[Styles of Beyond] 1. Oh, Yeah, who want to rip with Styles? The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown. We've got, plenty of clues and Forensic files, Plus, envious crews, so we trip for miles. Yeah, you know the drill Never holdin' 'em still Roll 'em over the hill Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side Aiyo, crash the gates Aiyo, pack the place up Break stuff, takin' all the paper I'mma stay laced up Keep a shank tucked, take a pay cut Even let you keep the dang pay stub (really?) Say somethin, punk, what, put away the blank gun Fakes wanna talk about bank but they make none Live from the sweatbox, sucking all the props up Pop some, lookin' for the foxhunt [Chorus: Subculture] I can't take another complication Have mercy please God erasus I can't take another complication Have mercy please God erasus 2. [Styles of Beyond] Yo, the joke's over, slap the bloke sober Catch a .40 caliber case of glaucoma Riders like Johnny Depp rollin' with Winona Big trunk fulla shit, blow the globe up So what? nobody knows us, got no love Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does Hot sh*t by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm a thug Bottles of beer from the land of five horses Man who wasn't there like Billy Bob Thornton Crush-crew landin in, steppin' into the scene Fertilize new lawns, a Requiem for a Dream [chorus: Subculture] I can't take another complication Have mercy please God erasus I can't take another complication Have mercy please God erasus [bridge: Subculture] Let me breathe, check destroy and upset On focusing distractions tear me open All the thoughts in my head are constantly haunting me I hope that I don't bore you while I whine about it I hope you won't be saddened while I cry about it So if it all fails just throw it back in my face and bury me [Styles Of Beyond] hope to hook checks Aiyo, what's up, ticket the blows Plus, jack whoever wanted with us, get slapped up, (UH) let it be known Mr. Brown got somethin' to bust The blue steel touchin' his nuts The pump got a sick mind of it's own Oh, crackin' the globe like the edible egg A nuclear rap bazooka with incredible aim And it's a thin line between a chipped tooth and a fang, come on [chorus: Subculture] I can't take another complication Have mercy please God erasus I can't take another complication Have mercy please God erasus [Hook: Styles of Beyond] Yo, it's just one of those things Where you wanna ride but it just won't swing Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang Oh, you've got that new sh*t that still sounds played Yo, it's just one of those things Where you wanna ride but it just won't swing Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang Oh, you've got that new sh*t that still sounds played [Subculture] Have mercy please God Erasus!(God Erasus!) Have mercy please God Erasus!(God Erasus!) Have mercy please God Erasus!(God Erasus!)

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