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letra de moonrock 3.0 - kurupt

[intro: kurupt]
who got that bomb man?
everybody say they got that thang
is that right?
well if you got it, how do i got it?
i didn’t get it from you
you know…
it’s hard to be…
it’s hard to be bomb daddy
you hear me, doctor zodiac?
[verse 1: kurupt]
if they don’t imitate ya, well, you must not be the sh-t
mobbing downtown, high as f-ck, like b-tch
don’t ruin my high with all that “hi” and “goodbye”
just put your moonrock blunt in the sky and keep on walking by
dispensaries, dispensaries, when will you learn?
if it’s not in a jar, you should not have it up in your store
throw it on the floor
step on it and smash it
and the one that tried to sell it to you? need to get his ass kicked
i ain’t lying. i know that y’all be spying
swap, meet, kush, smoking, motherf-ckers
(i am in) a whole different league when it come to indoor
when it come to bomb weed, infused with hash
[?] dust to top it
you just bought a first-class ticket to ride the rocket
light it, we start launching
they like, “now you’re talking.”
feeling it while we talking
you think i’m michael jackson the way i be moonwalking

[chorus: kurupt]
laid back smoking on
everybody smoking on
bomb (bomb, bomb)
whatchu n-ggas smoking on?
dabbing with some rugu [?]
they got that honeydew glue [?]
garbage in a ziplock
imitation moonrock
that sh-t ain’t no bomb sh-t
that won’t get me high sh-t
it’s ridiculous
one hit, and i’m on the moon. (the moon, the moon)
i’m on the moon (walking, walking, walking, walking)
[verse 2: brotha lynch hung]
i’m off kurupt’s moonrock
hash, oil, kief (kief)
i could smoke a pound of that sh-t– a zip a week (week, week)
zipidee-do-da, i’m so blasted
zombie-walking
ready to put a n-gga in a casket
acid
n-ggas want it with a n-gga
you can get one in your windshield
with the tin steel [?]
and still hit em with the acid
as if
he could f-ck with doctor zodiac and spider-man
run up in your house and cut your sh-t like allen iverson
(grrrr) i’m an animal
mandible the cannibal
aiming still up at your cantaloupe
pop that thing, and i do not quote
spit like i’m off that coke
but that’s that sh-t that’ll make your brain split
i ain’t with that lame sh-t– sucking d-ck to get famous
i spit that loc to the brain sh-t
coke to the brain, sh-t, patna
i’ll pull out the ak out the window, then i’ll pop ya
moonrock is the shiznit
you can get your wigs split
i’ll dig a hole for everybody in the room because i don’t leave no witness
[pre-chorus: kurupt]
brotha lynch hung
kurupt young gotit
doctor zodiac
laid back, smoking kurupt’s moonrocks

- kurupt

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