letra de earrings off - marco polo
[intro]
see, cute time is over
i’m about to roll up my sleeves on these b-tches
i’m about to take my earrings off
don’t make me take my earrings off
throw my hair back real quick
throw my chucks on
quit playing with these motherf-ckers
[hook]
i’m on some kung fu hustle sh-t
scream lady with no muzzle sh-t
y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
brick city, we be on that bumpy knuckles sh-t
or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh-t
[verse 1]
shanks and hammers, now wait for the cameras
waste a lone gangsta, don’t need no bandannas
rhyme hard but those darts even harder
y’all talking about murders, but all i see is martyrs
one, three, go—watch me blow
right past these n-ggas and these knock-kneed hoes
i ain’t really need for the small talk, y’all walk that a way
baby don’t cry, [?]
see i don’t want to have to get indignant
hollywood to miss urban in a minute, nicole kidman
no smidgen of upbringin’, f-ck swingin’
guns by the waist, i’mma punch ‘em in the face
[hook]
i’m on some kung fu hustle sh-t
scream lady with no muzzle sh-t
y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
brick city, we be on that bumpy knuckles sh-t
or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh-t
[verse 2]
this vaseline-on-the-face type music
this badda-bing-in-your-face type music
y’all don’t want it with them born-again hooligans
type of b-tch that stab your -ss with a [?] pen
no metaphysical, more like mega-physical
too deep in this piece to let a typical
bum trick try to score one, i implore one
a rain dance, but it won’t be a george one
a rated-r, be a violence-and-gore one
a pharaohe-monch-now-we-callin’-it-war one
get-trampled-before-they-get-out-the-door one
then i’m goin’ on a tour (one!)
january, february, march, april, dag
some saying that i’m too hard, i think they just
(hey! not supposed to say that word!)
too late—all these rappin’–ss f-ggots getting punched in the face
[hook]
i’m on some kung fu hustle sh-t
scream lady with no muzzle sh-t
y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
brick city, we be on that bumpy knuckles sh-t
or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh-t
[verse 3]
i smell a rumble, welcome to the jungle
don’t be a smart–ss, cats be disgruntled
won’t be satisfied till one of us son you
russian mafia-style punk, do svidan-you
always been a little loud mouth foul mouth
third round, they already got the towel out
i pow-wow with skateboarders and [?]
sh-ts and giggles, all y’all do is take orders
huh! i play it under with abused b-tches
you only here for my amuse, b-tches
give it your best shot, i take two of y’all
you probably have better luck with a voodoo doll
look, not the hands, nope not the rhymes
never get beatdowns ‘cept when i box with my mom
you’re cool, i’m cool, hey chick, choose your fate
we can have play dates or get punched in the face
[hook]
i’m on some kung fu hustle sh-t
scream lady with no muzzle sh-t
y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
brick city, we be on that bumpy knuckles sh-t
or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh-t
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