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    Fuck Wit Ya Head

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    (feat. CMOB, H2O)
    Ha Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
    We in the B room...I wish I had the A room...
    KMD H2o and this is how we go
    ("I dont really know but somebody said some musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head")
    [H2O]
    Original recipe but not from Kentuky
    Bunch of nilla ass niggaz throwing bolos like Rocky
    Pass the ism and watch a nigga get risen
    Witcha pen to the pad I fuck ya head up with this rythm, um
    With the fat shit that make your fuckin hat flip
    (Back)I can do the boogaloo black and then the full split
    Swingin the f with H20 and K.M.D.
    Comin crazy mad looped for the ninteen nine three
    So tap the bottom of my forty and then pass it
    Id like to take this time to say peace to the masses
    We kicks the shit to put the rump in your trunk cause
    We got the funk we got it
    We got the funk and dont forget it
    Taste the terror in ya area so check it
    Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected
    So pass the philly so a nigga can get red
    By the way some shit can fuck wit ya head
    ("Some musical rhythms can")
    (Back up! Back up!)
    [Zev Love X]
    Step back you dilly stunts
    Im illy more than once a day
    Im rollin phily blunts till Im really a silly dunce
    So dont fuck around
    The X aint glued tight
    Oh yeah Ill tell ya somethin, your drums aint cued right
    I write with the crude light beam from a street lamp
    Its under the cherry moon
    To me thats a cheap tramp
    The drips from the bottle gettin hit from the back, kid
    The OE poster model gettin stuck like thumbtacks did sticker
    Im sicker than the black plauge Im quicker
    To fuck wit ya head like hard liquor, ooiiee
    Cold spin the U-ey, teks out the hatchback
    Gooey be the bastards, punch buggy black attack
    I wish to be, rich like daddy
    But when I bite into a york pepperment patty Im batty
    Im needing new frontier to conquor cause in rap theres more toys than Tonka
    Like a tumor or a rumor Im finna spread
    Somebody said, some musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head
    I dont really know but...
    Somebody said ? fuck wit ya head!
    Check it out check it out check it out check it out
    Fuck wit ya head!
    Check it out, check it out, check it out, whos next nigga, time out
    [CMOB]
    DL DL! Thats my name dont wear it out
    And all do respect, but get my dick out your mouth
    Your fiending your fiendin so I hit you with these dope
    Rhymes that I eject with the levels of the smoke
    The boom to the dome when a physical reacts
    Im stronger than co-cocaine I mean crack
    Not condonin the usage of drugs, or drug abuse
    The positive brothers with a charge, who needs a boost?
    I pop mad shit cause theres enough to go around
    I stay on the DOWN with a chick cross town
    So all ya bitch take ya pills if ya know whats real
    And if ya know whats real, all ya bitch take ya pills
    I kick the fat shit, and make it hard to handle
    If your bitin on my dick, it makes you a cannibal
    Never simplistic, always realistic
    No you cant hit this so dont try the fit this (Check it)
    Let me bust off and dust it down with cement
    Nigga from the 12 fuckin wit ya head
    Ill Check it out check it out check it out check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head!
    Ill Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head!
    Ill check it out! Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head!
    Ill check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head!
    [Subroc]
    Mr. Roc the cock blocker, bullet blocker
    With the tears I give ya fears Im the eardrum knocka
    Villian, I knocked em out to the head
    I used the chete so he didnt pull the bullet instead
    He knew I was the man standin there
    He ran with fear, and I troubled there
    I take ya girl NIGGA
    Ya jealous NIGGA
    I got the fellas and were all runnin triggas
    Me and my black rugged time machine
    I bury kids, teleport to dream
    Have a seat yeah, sit right there
    In the electric chair, so Ill cut off ya hair
    Be out, no you cant get no cash back
    Ya get the back smack, yes my boys crack on ya ass
    Let me just slow down time
    And make some musical rhythms that fuck wit ya mind
    Check it out check it out
    Fuck wit ya head!
    ..Fuck wit ya head!
    Check it out! Fuck wit ya head!
    ... "Musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head!"
    [ Fuck Wit Ya Head Lyrics ]
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