Dumb feat. Everlast,Slaine,Tre Nyce

歌詞

I'm just too hot to touch you know I'm the law I smoke about million pounds of dutch and say what shortie keep yakking it up and on the low I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut Nyce, you cant tell me I aint came up fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up fuckin right I'm famous, balling like the lakers only time I move is to go collect my paper see me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra hop out of my porche, pull my trunk and extort ya yup we west coast and dog we stay posting walk with two toasters louis vuitton holsters I'm a bad fucking bastard yup I'm fantastic four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor damn chicken heads get their feathers all ruffled up put the potato on the pound sound muffled up we can get it on like Samoans and Tongans or we can get to war like the angels and mongols (Chorus) black mask over my face, I get em four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum Swollen and La Coka don't fuck with em so ladies and ah forget it were not gentlemen I roll up in a stolen car come hop in with them hand me a pill bottle I dump it and pop ten of them give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them I got a fuse that's too short and a noose that's too long feeling I could do no wrong this invincibility they're convinced is killing me has essentially gotten me through any pinch you'll ever see when my henchmen are with me tensions on the scene dreams are being changed a wrench in the machine one mention of the team leave the masses buzzing the rebel, you thought you're on my level, you wasnt hotter than Ecuador, son brought a metaphor p-1 I'm ready for war I'm on the front lines runs in my bloodline thirsty like lost boys big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore Caribbean breeze there's ten million reasons y'all super eight like rich we four seasons fine linen, sterling silver, bright brightlen, the lady killer (Chorus) I started war and bids when y'all was just kids came to your town and jumped the fuck around stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady you still married her and you gave her a baby we were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free aint a groupie bitch alive get a child from me and now you come to the shows and you reminisce and while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss she slips me a hug and a look that's knowing if I say get on the bus, baby girl its on lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing trees get rollen smoking keep blowing Coka and Swollen legend keep growing fast lane living no time for slowing gotta know where you been and watch where you're going (Chorus)