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letra de get a grip - the whooliganz

[verse 1: mad sk!llz]
so it’s on, see you peek around the alleyway
hey, you’re gonna get sprayed
from the whooliganz slingshot pack
seen you slipping punks, so you better watch your back
it’s the mad sk!llz with the fat fills
the money earning, you know i be burning
up emcees, drop to your knees
mess with the doobie brother punk please
we’re coming through, what’cha gonna do
when i step up punk, duck quick for the w
keep an eye on your back and you better not slip
money you better get a grip

[hook]
cause it’s all about that ill technique
but your grill can’t steal, meet the hard concrete
got the doobie real slingers sittin’ up in the trunk, so
(come on down) and meet the funk

[verse 2: mudfoot]
your main attraction, not an up-and-coming
street stuck, out of luck with my cop and helmet
just lounging, east grounding for free papers
cool like these ’cause the chumps got the vapors
not an idea ’bout how to spot amnesia, f-ck no
gave her sh-t just like an epileptic seizure
gotta fit, can’t catch the words i threw
gotta go and get fist, i got a birds-eye-view
got a mean crew, 32-deep, don’t sleep
’cause when you catch z’s when i start to creep
peep this, you can disrespect the flow
but don’t be riding on my d-ck while i’m making the dough
[hook]
cause it’s all about that ill technique
but your grill can’t steal, meet the hard concrete
got the doobie real slingers sittin’ up in the trunk, so
(come on down) and meet the funk

with bonified funk for your f-nny
with bonified funk for your f-nny
with bonified funk for your f-nny
with bonified funk for your-

[prehook: b-real]
what’cha gonna do when it goes down?
(duck quick punk, hit the ground)
what’cha gonna do when it goes down?
(your ass is gonna get clowned)
what’cha gonna do when it goes down?
(duck quick punk, hit the ground)
what’cha gonna do when it goes down?
(it’s the whooliganz runnin’ the town)

[verse 3: b-real]
let me swing this jack like manny, moe and jack
fat mean is hanging off the p-n-s
i got lyrics, just like indian spirits
fighting off fools with the clan hits
(boom) i feel like i wanna bust
but your fat ass leaves no room on the bus
let’s go, heads up, the two of us
and i’ll kick that ass like i’m kicking up dust
(ooh) with the natural feeling
’cause i’m the one with the gun doing all the cap peeling
d-mn, and to run that scam
get stuck on the grill, you f-cking hound
[hook]
cause it’s all about that ill technique
but your grill can’t steal, meet the hard concrete
got the doobie real slingers sittin’ up in the trunk, so
(come on down) and meet the funk

[outro: mudfoot]
yo, all you preppy soft sucker motherf-ckers who try to talk sh-t about my styles
can just l!ck the inner portions of my b-ttocks
you know what i’m saying?
and i’m out

- the whooliganz

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