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letra de maan - sourmouth

chorus

man i hear them siren’s
look how we riden
there’s 4 convicted felons
that’s only in my backseat
i’m like an athlete high-speed
with handles, putten the pedal
to the metal like dominic toretto
man this ain’t grand it’s strait
theft auto, so homie you
gotta go same with that bag
full of chronic, uhh dippen
yoken northeast portland
middle finger to the pig’s of
f-cken multnomah county

verse 1

i bend them curves flip them birds
twist syllables like grape swishers
i race with words first place with slurs
like slim shady’s first two alb-ms, im
i’m always in the kitchen man that’s
where my studio is at, always choppin
screwin tracks like my minds a pyrex
pot of crack, but my other homie iron
chef with the microwave and the c-ke
on deck, how the f-ck you think we
funded this, my mixtapes money
launderin, h-ll ya my sniper spotted
him, flip the safety option b-tton man
laser beam on target bam, now he
mushed faced all fat albert style, brush
like swade or timberland, off the face
of the earth for f-cken good, dont f-ck
with me i buck-50 leave you perma
crip walken, my hussle is this hip-hop
game, the words i spit are like dope
to a brain, so n-gg- don’t complain
come song ending, when your dopamine
depletes its me

verse 2

o my god i’m so for gone, i just don’t
belong mongst normal guy’s, abnormal
as a mental home smoke doja like its
legalized, i’m fedro can’t you see by now
i’m an up and coming bobby brown
wuddup to chris all daps and pounds
their equal right it’s womans rights
can’t they let me do my thang, ain’t no
time to waist till 2012, i’ma be in a bomb
shelter strapped for war, like patton fam
and that’s for sure, with a hammer in my
boxer drawers, artillery like it’s desert
storm, stack millions like a stock broker
ruthless like eazy’s records, n-gg- f-ck
a stupid beezy bro, they downfall all
our good drug lords, scandal’s like they
tanya heart, i sold my heart to the black
market, on black wall-street ya down in
compton, got contacts but i don’t f-ck
with gl-sses, like travis porter i’ll never
lover her cuz my money’s never p-ssed
no judgement

verse 3

i’ma hussle till i’m 6 feet deep, use muscle
when i serve my p’s, the siren sounds
emergency, my wordplay sting’s like a b-mble
bee, but the audience touched my bee hive
see now i’m on e on stage hyphy, now i’m
gettin paid to live my dream, i’ve now pursuited
happiness, some call me lil scr-ppy b-tch
h-ll ya i’ll scr-p if you a b-tch, black white or
brown no racist sh-t, but i box like de la hoya
ding, but now days i’m on my holsta tip
because the kids now days they pistol pack
this is david krauss i’m a grown -ss man
but still butch c-ssidy a lil black -ss

- sourmouth

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