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letra de it's the whoolies - the whooliganz

[verse 1: mad sk!llz]
who is the first to get down?
with the fat sound coming from the whooligan background
you know i’m down to get a pound of the roughness
i swing but don’t miss, check the hitlist
is your name on the dotted line?
have you heard the news coming through the grapevine?
the kid’s back on the ones that slept
up on the scene i come to break clean
with the criminal mind, on the paid in full scheme
i got a dream, the team rolls in packs
for the 9-3, so punks watch your backs
head crack skippin’ and beats to the ground
it’s the whooliganz runnin’ thе town

{hook x2]
(who’s that?) it’s the whoolies
get back whеn i’m acting unruly
(who’s that?) it’s the whoolies
step back, watch this whoolie get loony

[verse 2: mudfoot]
scratched my head like a scholar
then i said “hmm… what’s the best way to make a dollar?”
not many ways i can employed
i had lyrics real sl!ck like the oil can boyd
on that other sh-t, sippin’ on a thermos
girlies always rubbin’ on my epidermis
and i froze, right in my tracks
don’t be alarmed, little boy, stay calm and relaxed
but i never get manipulated like a muppet
and if you steal my sh-t you best snuff it
’cause i come to find that there ain’t no biz
like rap biz, ’cause my baseball cap is
sittin’ on a tilt
only 15 and i be hittin’ more hookers than wilt the stilt
built strong, but still be uncommon
and if you wanna talk sh-t baby, i’ll be bombing
{hook x2]
(who’s that?) it’s the whoolies
get back when i’m acting unruly
(who’s that?) it’s the whoolies
step back, watch this whoolie get loony

[verse 3: madsk!lls and mudfoot]
oh hit up my dog at about 7:30
time to cause trouble, get my hands dirty
early enough we hit up the crew
met with the paid full, now what you wanna do?
(madsk!llz?) what?
you know i had a scuffle
rob a town then bust a hollywood shuffle
on a 7-11 cashier with an attitude
never had a rude outbreak
yeah, but brothers on the corners is trippin’
flippin’ on some sh-t about my attire
had to burn his ass up, like richard pryor
divine took the front, and i took the back
had the run a whooligan tight bum jack
broke down quick to the other side of town with the snaps
yo divine, what’s the haps?
i proceeded to get busy with an instrumental
he grit his t–th and i busted up the dental
with my right fist, made the connection
now the sucker doesn’t even look in my direction
i guess that’s what you gotta do just to get some ‘spect
and if i gotta snap a neck, i catch wreck
{hook x2]
(who’s that?) it’s the whoolies
get back when i’m acting unruly
(who’s that?) it’s the whoolies
step back, watch this whoolie get loony

- the whooliganz

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