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letra de it's the v-o-o - kenny diaz

kenny diaz ft. mr. voodoo – “it’s the v-o-o”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): kenny diaz]

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
g-l-o-c-k
usually on my side on an average day
clean glock—i mean, when i rock, n-ggas
get seen in a gangsta lean. what i concoct, when
c-cked, blast he who intervenes to smithereens
a stationary ain’t got more magazines.  i’m milk
making rappers catch the sh-ts like magnesia
bag a skeezer, hit the skins then catch amnesia
in hip hop, they call me “cream of the crop,” so i
guess i’ll plant this flow in your mind and let it grow. n-ggas
know, bop, when the red dots come, then the shots come
i got some under my boot, about to squash ‘em, and you
know that i got more flows to rap, i got more
foes to clap, i got more hoes to tap, i got more
molds to chap. to come off hard’s the moral. ladies, germs
and gents, if you’re shady, it’s pertinent, to six feet
beneath the dirt you’re sent. it’s hard to earn a cent
‘cause the big apple got a lot of worms in it, but i’m
permanent like the weave on a b-tch. rappers
go celibate ‘cause they don’t want to f-ck with this, so

[hook: mr. voodoo] (x2)
yo, it’s
the v-o-o-d-o-o
i could bust a flow or let the pistol blow, but
we ain’t gotta go there. n-ggas know
n-ggas know, n-ggas know

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
n-ggas claim
they’re natural but got limited resources. i’m trying to get
the quotable in three sources, seek porsches
bleed horses—n-ggas, be cautious. we carry torches
and leave you roadk!ll like [?] when it scorches
gorgeous females with hourglass proportions deepthroat
while the stretch lex g flow, committing to an insti-
-tution but flipping more wigs than whitney houston. natural
what? voo who? change that name you’re using
no need to take it furthermore—you ain’t worthy for
you’ll be receiving claps like he was f-cking a dirty wh0re, you’ll get
splashed here. i murder things—it’s the cashmere
persia king while you take orders like you a cashier
at burger king—here’s a four-pounder flame-broiled. aim
recoil—now your whole game’s spoiled. my name’s
a pseudonym for oil like gain and aluminum foil
it’s the griot kicking rhymes tough as cleo

[hook: mr. voodoo] (x3)
yo, it’s
the v-o-o-d-o-o
i could bust a flow or let the pistol blow, but
we ain’t gotta go there. n-ggas know
n-ggas know, n-ggas know

- kenny diaz

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