letra de hummaside - chiiirp
[hook: chiiirp]
i ain’t feelin’ the system, ain’t payin’ attention to any of the rules
i ain’t feelin’ these rappas, they only just talkin’
i’m out here tryin’ to make moves
polices everywhere, can you please back up off us
polices everywhere, can you please back up off us
blue flashin’ lights, creepin’ through the night (here come the cops)
blue flashin’ lights, creepin’ through the night (here come the cops)
blue flashin’ lights, creepin’ through the night (here come the cops)
blue flashin’ lights, creepin’ through the night (here come the cops)
[verse 1: chiiirp]
we don’t like them pigs, thats the boys in blue, 5-0
we don’t smoke them cigs, cloudy lungs from the black smoke
bullets have no name, play it safe and keep yo mouth closed
who you thought u foolin’, who u foolin’ with that wack flo
hotbox in the ‘lac blowed, creep up through the back doe
sellin’ off the sacks though, tryin’ to get that cash flow
why you so buck, relax ho
why you no duck from the 4-4?
feelin’ real tough, get yo bones broke, hospital
everywhere i look, i see em lurkin’ its a cop car
outshinin’ all you fools straight outta sp-ce, i’m the top star
rockin’ out like a rock star, pen and paper my gui-tar
rockin’ out like a rock star, pen and paper my gui-tar
[hook]
[verse 2: chiiirp]
you back for round 2, i’ll demolish you
put you on a plate, with some seasonin’, devour you
guess this just what happens when u step to the rap master
when i’m in my angry mode, tendencies to rap faster
feelin’ like n0body feelin’ me
bullsh-t polluted they ain’t hearin’ me
problem we got if u ain’t fearin’ me
k!ll em all k!ll em all, lyrically literally
doin’ my thang, doin’ my thang, doin’ my thang i ain’t trippin’
got the game straight from my daddy mane cuz he was pimpin’
gotta keep it real, i could never ever be a simp
comin’ to you from the under, bouncin’ to this evil pimp
why can’t we just make the world a better place and use the hemp
they could never be greater than me, but yet they still try to attempt
thats ok, you will never place, in this f-ckin’ race, cuz im first
always, smokin’ fat sacks in the hallways, i wanna ball
but n0body understands the misunderstood flow
don’t no n-gga really want a ran through the hood ho
[hook]
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