Ceasar Enrico

歌詞

The phone rang, it was a guy that i knew And he said, that your guilt Every fuckin' account He says you're done (Nndre Nickatina) Tiger, i think you better get it right Cuz shit go bump in the night Came up out tha gutta' Now it's all butta' And with my blade i cut like no other The runnin' of the bulls, muthafucka it's the matadoor Pep my new reew shoes on the marbol floor Roll around like a copo, eatin' on chicken I shootin' with my eyes close Hope i ain't missin' Firin' up weed till the early mornin' It's a lil bit lonley since my girl is gone Got my so called enemies Yea im back And you cop sucka fuckas gotta deal with that Cuz im loose like gun powda' hittin' in tha' canon Fly by me dont think about landin' Think about crashin' Cuz im about to fall And not before i break these laws Muthafucka it's the devils heart beating in your ear Hear goes the contract sold my career And im chillin' hear muthafucka in the physical form Reew my hair back just so i can hide my horns Na mean I've seen the rymes on the scene My rap sound better with crime on the scene Fillmo down comacaze a rap Gotta have a weed sack with my party pack It's like that Shit can heel like row melo Stir it up till the rocks up and turn yellow Heavily fiber it's the god of khan Wishes of my verdigo passes on Knockin' on the ferbigates high off bomb And you can see my life if you read my palm It's like that Ceazor Enrico Vandello.... Fransico... And Anreco... (Repeat x2) Check this out dont move I hold you like a slow grove In my mind and my soul ima brake rules Here the new crew It's something like the cioty gang Comin' down on your town like black rain Blunts in cuts an' rapped up in the indeca Rymes are riped and hollow tips when they hittin' ya Man they really aint a friend of ya So it ain't no popin' my mind when they gettin' ya Turn like a top spittin' colp it gets Tell a record lable die if they hold the check Cuz its right here homie The fead is for cash You get it, then you split it then you hit it an' mash You talk like a squrl I hope you aint a sqwilla You lookin at a newer fool rap drug dealla Take fliet Buckle up like a plane ride Why oh why do i remain high Shootin at the sky that's over my head Hoppin that the bulets all wake the dead Lottanufdad the shake they bed But tuwa danuf dad gonna crack the feds Because i fly like a bat outta' hell That's for real Fake like a prisoner sittin in jail When it comes to these rymes betta' get the scale Or act like your blind fucker read it in bral Nigga crime fail No crime on the ride All in your eyes it's a sign of the times Heaily fiber it's the god of khan Witness of my verdigo passes on Standin at the perly gates high off bomb And you can see my life if you read my palm Ceazor Enrico Vandello.... Fransico... And Anreco... (Repeat x3)