letra de down to clown - scandalous playaz
[intro: ?]
godd-mn dog, we gettin’ the motherf-ckin’ chronic funk
mane that’s some fine ass, you know what i’m sayin’
[verse 1: lenn c]
i get my sh-t from taxes messin’ up my mind, at the same time
sippin’ on the red boule, grippin’ up on my glock-nine
stoppin’ at the liquor store, smokin’ up all the indo
hit me on my mobile phone, mane them n-ggas want some more
pop the trunk, hit a quarter ounce, for them bud smokers
where they at? lookin’ for the robbers never pull a strap
comin’ clean, smokin’ bud, throwin’ n-ggas in the mud
call my n-gga black, ’cause i got thе .38 slugs (smoke one!)
i’m makin’ cheese from thе bud and the rock [?]
hit me on the [?] mane, and then like that
[interlude: ?]
[?]
hold up, let me call my n-gga mc r.o.d for a second
[?] whats’ up, hold up, hold up
ring!
yeah, what’s up my [?]
alright dog
we catchin’ a rebound, we catchin’ a rebound
[verse 2: lenn c]
smoke the junt, roll the blunt, let me pass it to the front
roll the indo ’cause the chicken’s in my f-ckin’ system now
i’m cl!ckin’ ’cause i’m thinkin’ that you blinkin’
now i’m thinkin’ wrong
let me pass it to my n-ggaro
[interlude: the r.o.d]
yeah, haha mc r.o.d
[verse 3: the r.o.d]
insanity, that’s the state of mind that i maintain
tellin’ hoes to drop it off, ain’t no f-ckin’ thing changed
f-ck this sh-t, i don’t care, i’m the f-ckin’ bad guy
stickin’ you up, takin’ your bank, makin’ your monkey pockets cry
perpetrators, buster n-ggas
watch your back i’m on the creep
once you hear the nine cl!ck
you know that you six feet deep
ridin’ in a steamer
scopin’ tryna’ make a bomb
robbin’ n-ggas for their cheese
lockin’ that hoe ass in the trunk
dangerous kane never plays, sissy hoes, i thought you knew
mc r.o.d and lenn c, they always have a glock for you
don’t test my pimpin’ ’cause you know i never slip and jump or rib
be a fool and step on up and get your f-ckin’ cap peeled
[interlude: lenn c & dangerous kane]
lenn c in this motherf-cker, [?] park, we kickin’ it
it’s dangerous kane motherf-cker, we smokin’ [?] chronic, mane
[verse 4: dangerous kane]
homicide in my mind, glock and mask, all the time
let me take you through a change, bustin’ caps and steady game
silly kane, split your wig, n-gga you can get the tricks
not no amp, not gonna do it, then i shoot that stanky wh0re
pistol grip on my hip, peek-a-bo i caught you slippin’
scandalous playaz, funkytown, all of us down to clown
[outro: ?]
yeah, you know this sh-t too thick
yeah motherf-cker black, [?]
[?]
r.o.d up in this b-tch
don’t forget this sh-t
[?]
don’t test our pimpin’
thought you knew
[?]
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