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lirik lagu chuuwee – beastie boy!

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[intro]
that’s w-ssup
to the suspects cliq, yeah that’s w-ssup
to my n-gga j. good, yeah that’s w-ssup
to my man deceased, yeah that’s w-ssup
to my man levi, yeah that’s w-ssup
to my n-gga j. lowell, yeah that’s w-ssup
to my n-gga telepath, yeah that’s w-ssup
it’s the suspects cliq, that’s w-ssup
w-ssup

[verse 1]
aye yo
creep through the night on vogues, i ride low
my eyes low, pelican briefs, the fly clothes
since ’94, i been sh-ttin’ divine gold
cut off levies because a n-gga got flow
ayo, n-ggas they hate hard cause i run sh-t
mustard, sour had a n-gga on some f-ck sh-t
f-ck this, you don’t wanna see a full gun clip
got my gun powder and my musket, f-ck it
buck shots, hit him in his nuts and his guts sh-t
if i don’t win the battle then war gone get ugly as ugly
you don’t got no wins in me casa
so you don’t wanna set trip, fall into a dungeon
plunge in concrete, shoes on some sunk sh-t
this is hooliganarian style meets drunken, monk
meets funk with any n-gga who ask
play a game of russian roulette then have my blast

[bridge]
to my big bro chino, that’s w-ssup
my man dj john, that’s w-ssup
my n-gga dj danny, that’s w-ssup
my n-gga has solo, that’s w-ssup
van dope, that’s w-ssup
to my n-gga snaggle tooth, that’s w-ssup
to my n-gga sas finda, that’s w-ssup
it’s the suspects cliq n-gga that’s w-ssup

[verse 2]
i come through wild’n in the night time
hoes thought i was stylin’
wettin’ n-ggas on all four sides like an island
even police found his demise was surprising
i’m way to wavy they couldn’t f-ck with high tideage
khaks (khakis) be soft as high cotton
quit acting like he’s rowdy rod piper when he entering the cypher
all 36 seals up the cold i decipher
women come around me, need diapers
n-ggas talk about catch a molly wop, strikin’ from his nike’s
pain full of b-sses, that flash like lightning
came in this game, no name, just a microphone
writing with the sk!lls weak n-ggas say they like to own
n-ggas spitting crooked, leave the mic alone
before we have to find a way tell yo baby mama why your life is gone
4,000 degrees underneath the microscope
n-ggas couldn’t see me through kaleidoscopes
i am dope!


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