Текст Chef’Special – Spittin On Ye Citystreets
Текст:
We comin’ for ye mind
We comin’ for ye brain
We comin’ in the night
We comin’ here to stay
We bringin’ something aight
Something you can’t explain
We bringin’ somethin’ that you can’t, break
Something you can’t explain
We bringin’ somethin’ that you can’t, break
Can’t deny
That oh so many tried
But they got left behind
Silent ‘n unstatisfied
We comin for ye daughters
Their virginities
Nobody here to stop us
‘Cus we got illabeats
We got ‘m stinking feet
Sweaty socks up in our sneakers
Sumping, spittin on ye citystreets
Ain’t got condoms in our pockets
Be ‘m non stoppin cherry poppers
What’s up? chef in the scene
Who got the biggest toys?
Chef’special
Makin ye boy feelin
Less special
Who bout to grap the mic?
Chef’special
Makin ye guy feeling
Less special
Aight there I said it man
No need for direspect
Forget the fact
We remind you of the shit you lack
We be credible cus
One fifth of us is black
‘What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?’
One fifth of us is black
Don’t make me look funny
I’ll kick ye lunch money
24/7 hungry
You got nuttin on me
We comin for ye daughters
Their virginities
Nobody here to stop us
Cus we got illabeats
‘N we got ‘m stinking feet
Sweaty socks up in our sneakers
Jumpin, spittin, rockin in ye citystreets
Forget the fact
We remind you of the shit you lack
We be credible cus
One fifth of us is black
‘What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?’
One fifth of us is black
Don’t make me look funny
I’ll kick ye lunch money
24/7 hungry
You got nuttin on me
We comin for ye daughters
Their virginities
Nobody here to stop us
Cus we got illabeats
‘N we got ‘m stinking feet
Sweaty socks up in our sneakers
Jumpin, spittin, rockin in ye citystreets
Who got the biggest toys?
Chef’special
Makin ye boy feelin
Less special
Who bout to grap the mic?
Chef’special
Makin ye guy feeling
Less special
