letra de real kings of new york - munch pilot
[intro]
yea ho x 12
[hook: geda the g*nius (munch pilot)]
they be snapping cameras tryna catch them
(real kings of new york)
we be trappin’ manufacturin’ that’s
(real kings of new york)
cause what happened? heard they m-ssacrin’
(real kings of new york)
that’s your momma and your daddy worried
(real kings of new york)
x2
(real kings of new york) x 8
[verse 1: munch pilot]
talk bad on my momma, you can meet your maker
farmer with the ganja got some papers we can blaze up
got jazz like utah, sprinkle it with flavor
vampire invasion, team strapped up with gazers
with them green beam lasers, spot you from a blow away
like the dream team from ’92, all we missin’ is dr. j
dr. evil, austin powers, got my f-ckin’ groove back
cut my hair just to grow it back, hoes ask me why i do that
swerve and smoke, don’t overdose
hands on the wheel like schoolboy q
don’t p-ss no clip, n-gga, roll some more
that’s some sh-t real gangsters do
bossed up, got more bucks, hot head since a youngin’ though
rap sh-t done slowed up, flip twerk, make the money grow
peep i stay on my grind, these rap n-ggas, quit lying
out on the streets cause my fam gotta eat & my n-ggas some lions
hoes gonna pop wherever theres cash, helen keller she’s blind
doing this for my brothers locked, facing that hard time
[hook: geda the g*nius (munch pilot)]
they be snapping cameras tryna catch them
(real kings of new york)
we be trappin’ manufacturin’ thats
(real kings of new york)
cause what happened? heard they m-ssacring
(real kings of new york)
that’s your momma and your daddy worried
(real kings of new york)
x2
(real kings of new york) x 8
[verse 2: grand wizzard mc]
real kings of new york
b-tches love how we talk
known to shine in the dark
ain’t no fear in my heart
trill kings of new york
b-tches swim in these waters, you just bait in my shark tank
screamin’ mother f-ck the world, and i ain’t into no foreplay
i spark dank and i parlay
roll with the troublesome team
tuckin’ the beam in the trunk of the v
brining the ruckus to seas like “who’s f-ckin’ with me?”
that’s the girl of your dreams?
we’ll turn that b-tch to your nightmare
i’m rare like a choice cut with the pink center ’round time square
nike airs, no bow-tie
i go nuts and she hold mine
we packed in the aircraft, don’t know ’bout traffic or roadsigns
i don’t believe in these rap n-ggas:
rappin’ bout packin’ the mak in the back of the ac’, stackin’ up racks
all in they rap lyrics
like they handled crack with these trap dealers, i can’t dap n-ggas
open hand and i smack n-ggas, flames slapped out these whack n-ggas
young and reckless, up and restless
on the quest of endless legends
f-ck police, it’s no professions
vicious vixens flood my section
in the middle of drugs and weapons
h-lls angels gon’ come protect us
f-ck a lecture, young king, reign supreme
f-ck the elders
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