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Urban Legends - текст песни



Urban Legends


(feat. Bugsy, Redman, Ol' Dirty Bastard)




[Sample from 'Belly']


"Hey dog, there them fools go right there!"


"Yeah, they-they rollin' hard too- They-they slangin' real good


Real good"


"I might have to drop 'em


Might have to drop a dime on them niggas


Know-what-I'm-sayin'? I don't like that shit


I don't like that shit"




[Drunken Master]


"Throw it up


Throw it up, nigga


Wha-what-what?


Yo, y-yo, yo!"




Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


world-wide, international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Drunken Mast' about to get my money right


Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


world-wide, international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right




I'm comin' through in the clutch like my name was Jerry West


wit' a belly full of brew and on my hip I got the Smif-n-West


("What 'chu doin'?") Ballin' as I mash through these city streets


Still fifty niggaz deep, packin' heat! ("What 'chu ridin'?")


'99, chrome kitted Escalade ("What 'chu doin'?")


Gettin' paid, ready to blast you in your bald fade ("What you called?")


Urban legend, situation sticky


Fuck you niggas if you niggas ain't wit' me ("Where you goin'?")


To the bank then I'm headed to 'Lac ("Why?")


To blaze a sack wit' them niggas who got my back ("Who is that?")


Cheddar chasers, them B-T-T's ("And what they doin'?")


Makin' G's wit' they mind on they chedda cheese ("And what you got?")


Extra clips for them playa hatin' snitches ("Why they hatin'?")


'Cause Drunken Master's on the road to the riches ("What you gon' do?")


Rush they spot and give 'em two to the dome ("Why?")


'Cause Daddy's home, about to get my grind on




Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right


Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right




[Bugsy]


You wanna bring the ruckus? Fuck it, then we can


If you's a G nigga, then I'm at least a hunded grand


Damn- That's a whole lot missin'


and what's this 'bout a competiton wit' all this bullshit you pissin'


in the ocean? Damn, your little ass really must be smokin'


Hopin' that I won't say that much and hit you wit' the camal clutch


Nah, what the fuck? I'm on some ill shit for real


and talkin' to me like that, nigga, 'll get your family killed


But you will probably squeel and say it was me who pulled the trigga


and I'll have to lie and blame it on one of your hoe-ass niggas, like


they was smokin' Swishers when I stepped on the scene- This


one nigga looked mean and stuck me up for all my green


And all I seen was you bust up wit' the gun


and all I did was run to the phone and call 9-1-1


And by the time I'm done, nigga, you be deep up in some shit


and I'll be somewhere, nigga, deep up in your bitch


So before you pick the wrong fat nigga to fuck wit',


you better call your clique up,


y'all niggas is plannin' some tough shit


Some mo' rough shit, some mo' thirty-eight snuff shit


But I'ma bust shit like 'Back the fuck up, you dumb bitch!'


Not one clique? You better be for real


That's like bein' blindfolded in the middle of a mine field


Now y'all chill and we can make it pop


Urban legends, nigga, holla at me when the album drops




[Drunken Master]


Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


world-wide, international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right


Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


world-wide, international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right




[Redman]


Yo, yo, yo


Yo, stomp wit the big dogs! Sick dogs lurkin'


Doc Bradshaw behind ball plant and steel curtains


Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin'


Brick city, steerin' wheel hurtin'


Prepare y'all fast cars for lane mergin'


Hasta manana, y'all crash like Diana, cock block into gramma


Got cock in Atlanta,


rockin' P.P.P. Bandanas while we fuck 'em on camera


It be too late to plant bait for my clique to fall


We plant boobie-traps and pit-falls and thick fog


When I tee, L.A. rock- It's yours!


Websites couldnn't find a force wit' Macintosh


on John Walsh- America's Most,


aimin' for spots to put more than a tear in ya coat


I back more hoes than Coach- Thanksgivin', Doc,


the forty-second street float wit' most hip-hop folks


I'm unemployed wit' courderoy gloves


Through the voice di-rectly to chest, knock ya down like The Waterboy


Me and Meth-Tical, PLURAL!


We rob everything and set on mag ZER-O!


Mothafuckas feel me- Top of the line,


feel me- Knock the Soul Train off the track


and I'm milky like titties and Similac


when I ask you 'Bring it on back'!




[Drunken Master]


Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


world-wide, international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right


Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,


world-wide, international, V.I.P.


Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night


Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right




[Redman]


"So don't test me and my man Drunken Master


Put one in your ass faster


And I'ma drop wit' my man


Brick City, 'cause we all kickin' ass 'til niggas' shitty


Yeah, Young Zee and everybody run, dog


Brick City, holdin' it down


Don't like it, get you some balls


And my man Chris Webber gettin' smoked the fuck out, FUCK Y'ALL!"




[Music stops to Ol' Dirty Bastard talking on a phone]


"Yo. Yo, check this shit out, man


It's the Dirt Dog, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'?


Keepin' it real, man, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'?


Dirty don't give a fuck about nobody, know-what-I'm-sayin'?


Only roll wit' REAL niggas, know-what-I'm-sayin'?


All them faggot-ass niggas that wanna keep playin' that shit,


keep playin' that song (Texts of songs )?!


Let me tell you somethin' 'bout my real nigga, the Drunken Master


Niggas get busy


Niggas get busy for one cause!


EVERYBODY ELSE CAN SUCK MY MOTHAFUCKIN' DICK!"



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