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letra de shout it out - hieroglyphics

[hook: pep love]
shout it out loud and proud
understand me and my family
do the d-mn thing
shout it out, shout it out

[opio]
i wanna eat nikka costa like she was pasta
and l!ck nelly furtado like gellato
i make ’em sing high notes of st-staccatto
and gettin maxim hiero tattoos tomorrow
i’m trying to get my mind off punany it’s hard though
how hard? harder than suge knight ask vanilla
it’s k!lla, neo-n-z-s couldn’t stop me
see op lindsey see no busy still a fleet of freaks jock me
like i’m c-cky i’m a handle mine
squeeze lime on my corona keep my eye on my oponent
flow hard like omar khadafi with a c-cked 3.80
make em stop and listen when i start to spittin maybe
the part you missin is the art of ingenuity
sadie hawkins wouldn’t choose your lazy -ss
you slow as a mercury topaz with no gas
urkin me could get your bones cracked
perfect street corner thug feel his heat from the ugh
burnin deep in your young street sweepers in the slums
clearin out fake sh-t take it back where it’s from
understand me?

[hook: pep love]

[pep love]
i build pyramidiums with idioms
over hip-hop drums in the city slums
where my n-ggas from, where we be rollin the biggest blunts
where the honeys is on us when we bend corners
not as humongous since a young buck when i would run amuck
with the gun tucked snug in the small of my back
now i’m renown all around the almanac and done did all of that
you cats still rebellin
but i’m a rebel and i’ll never let the devil win
i’m breaking the rock of gilbraltar down to pebbles when i alter sound
and let it spin like my medicine will and my good feelin
we come through con-geal-in we making moves not yieldin

[hook: pep love]

[casual]
i’m about to make the news
i’m langston hughes a poet to you gangsta dudes
still sit around and drink some brews
a n-gga thow down switchin up the bank i use
i hate to loose that’s why i still got weight to loose
you broke n-gga was never paid eight for shoes
they confused i’m a cat that you can’t amuse
never feelin no restraint n-gga break the rules
haze is cool but roll that phat
put all that good green in the golden wrap
who controlin rap? and who holdin cr-ps?
i’m a natural pick in my afro cap
whatever you ’bout to cop i got half on that
smash rockwell sippin on caribbean c-cktail
i know the block well got knock for sell
just call me we can polly over lobster tails
party over when a mobster bails
hardly sober but i know she got a toxic smell
i need a bad b-tch who rocks chanel
not the same one piece that she caught on sale
keep it real stock wheels ’76 seville
off h-lla sh-t tryin to tell a b-tch the deal
he on one pullin skits that’ll get you k!lled
? ? ? ? pretty enough to paint pictures

[hook: pep love]

- hieroglyphics

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