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letra de we comin' - fo chief & kontrast

(fo chief)
committee where you at, hey….

my dog’s are barkin’, we go and get it, we come correct
san pelligrino, sippin’ legal, we be handlin’
our sh-t cause we don’t need no skee-ho’s that you candlin’
that sh-t is real, find a trio then i count ’em in
stalkin’ my prey like i ain’t ate
grizzly on ’em
starvin’, think i found a solvent
rappers in the garden
i be honest, its’ just the modern day “f-ck you,”
believe, cause if they runnin’ it’s because we got it tucked underneath

(kontrast)
indubitably
i move to the beat
i’m new to the scene
but glued to the seams
so i understand the plan of the man that cannot see through me
i know i move with a new need
so truly, these other goonies
are provin’ they’re only moody
don’t fool me, we know you’re losing
so every looney tuney of your sh-t smellin’ like doodie
and truly, i don’t know if you knew me but i gotta do me
we movin’ pah-too-ties so groovy, unruly
they sayin’ “oooh wee”
amazin’ the way the days be protruding into their schooling

chorus x2
thought i warned you
(we comin’, we comin’)
thought i told you
(we comin’, we comin’)
so what you gon’ through
(gon’ keep comin’, keep comin’)
so what you gon’ do
(gon’ keep runnin’, keep runnin’)

(myke charles)
gorillas in the mist, we fit to fill a spliff up
i spit the realest sh-t huh
we ‘bout to blow like light filaments when the ceiling’s ripped up
out of control like militant kid’s fingers on the trigger
and squeeze…release that
that bullet hit the body, that body hit the concrete
that body twist and stiff up
that soul shift and lift up
we ride for fallen soldiers use the gift we kick
to switch the hand we were given
get a mint it’s fresh breath…listen

(paul junior)
we spark fire
spittin’ rapid daggers sharper than barb wire
hittin’ vapid actors hard cause they are liars
gettin’ mad and have to slap ’em we’re bar fighters
with the p-ssion ad libs
you cannot stop us, we’re scary
we keep it poppin’ like mary
flyer than flocks of canaries
k!llin’ kids often don’t dare me
i’ll make you drip blood, get a tampax
so get up, off ya d-mn -ss
bumpin
evac’ the nation, ej-cul-tion
cause we comin’… what

(catch lungs)
yeah, i said you know i’m ready
i keep the world up on my back
why my shoulder’s heavy
your woman blow confetti
steady as motors in chevy’s
this low end treble had you focusin’
tremblin’
and hit ’em with a stroke in an instant
you get poked wit’ a missile
hit ya throat wit’ a thistle
if you frozen then shiver
i get that dough in a second
rollin’ them bones and collectin’
wit’ a scope on the smith & wessun
hope that you don’t get infected, aggressive

- fo chief kontrast

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