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lirik lagu husalah - i'm a wild child

[intro]
yeah
once again, mayne, it’s the young champ (woo)
emperor king hus, champion, selassi
yo, yeah (“i told ya”)

[verse 1]
they say, “husalah husalah, say a dope rhyme”
load your clip with 16’s, hit us four times
let these n~ggas know you the dopest, yeah, i’m focused
but being focused ain’t sh~t if you not a monster
i’m a mobster, block shockin’ drug n~gga
i love dealers that slap b~tches in the mouth, yeah, it sound foul
dippin’ dummy down south, clock stupid thous
troop sneakers on my feet, i’m a wild child
when my wetter blaow, blaow, you get plowed down
pull up, bounce out, watch n~ggas break like wild style
your girl take a lotta d~ck, try to break a n~gga’s stick
and n~gga hit her with a tip that’ll break any b~tch
look at her smile now, she know it’s true
so should you, let her wild out
instead of handcuffing the b~tch, let her out the house
get her back when i yank my d~ck out her mouth
then kiss her, let her know she your honey bun
i love money, chump, fresh sneaks and bl~~dy guns
that’s how i rock, doggy
that’s how you should, gracefully, beautifully thrashin’ n~ggas
young husalah, n~gga, geah
[pre~chorus]
(the bl~~dy face of a drunk insane man is upon your face)
we’re gonna rock

[chorus]
no matter what they say, no matter, dude (no matter, dude)
no matter what they say, no matter what they do
we’re gonna rock (rock)
we’re gonna rock (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
when i step to the booth and speak truth
it seems like a lot of n~ggas front in the booth, n~gga, it’s young boo
i flow stup’ like dook’ chutes on p~rn shoots (jenna jameson)
then it’s more wicked, but flipped it and twist it, i’m gifted
throwin’ champion d~ck in b~tches, my tip is ridiculous
silky perms and nappy kitchens, they happy i hit it
no beds, i stick it, i ain’t have to l!ck it, you trippin’
that’s your game, homeboy, we not the same, boy
i’m like a p33, you’re just a game boy
i’m in the rain with ‘caine movers, wood grain super
stuck in a stupor, rocked your girl, let her straight uber
i scr~pe them off like a z/28 ‘maro tip
yeah, that’s your spouse, so hidden hate make this barrel kick (blaow)
ayy, i’m the narrowest thorough kid to ever rock
from here on in, i’m known as heroin, i’m primo rock
“he won’t stop” is what they say when i’m gettin’ dummy
my clique is r~t~rded, they’re grimey, it’s gully
we dumb, nutty, stupid, hully doin’ ten thousand
i been wild in this style and classic like baskin robbins
oops, i pull out them iceland troops
they can’t stand dude with more colors than froot loops, you’re stupid
[pre~chorus]
(the bl~~dy face of an insane drunk man is in your face)
we’re gonna rock (yeah), we’re gonna rock

[chorus]
no matter what they say, no matter what they do
we’re gonna rock (rock), we’re gonna rock

[verse 3]
while you’re home kissin’, i’ma rock 24’s on the spot
posted up, c~ck it, stupid ass dumb cousin (bring me another beer)
i’m dumb clean when i bust, yeah, husalah hus (bring me another beer)
gettin’ stupid dumb r~t~rded like i’m on angel dust (bring me another f~ckin’ beer)
come and bang with us, cuz, we playing games and stuff
rockin’ ‘caine so the fangs, they remain with us (yeah)
young hus, he touch kicks, he don’t rock zips
he rock your b~tch and when his c~ck is stiff, she blasts off like a rocket ship
we stick without a pocket
she gotta stop before i knock the b~tch
ayo, one, two, three, you listening to the sound of the m~o~b, and hus don’t fly
i’m sp~ced out, zoning, doing a hundred, i’m rollin’
twist the kn~b to the knock, pop the door, stupid yokin’
we get the block off like a 9/11 explosion
and got the little n~ggas reppin’, the young chicks in motion
yo, i take her to the telly, she rub my d~ck with lotion
bounce out the scr~per while it’s rollin’, yo, i’m a stupid dummy
she buff my kn~b then i put my d~ck up in her tummy
and then she give me money, mayne, all these chickens love me
[chorus]
no matter what they say, no matter what they do
we’re gonna rock, we’re gonna rock
no matter what they say, no matter what they do
we’re gonna rock (rock), we’re gonna rock

[outro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, it’s young husalah, man, on the track with love fist
(bring me another f~ckin’ beer)
back to back with my boys and we rockin’ hard
(bring me another f~ckin’ beer)
yeah, boy
you’re pretty cool for a black guy
(you’re a pretty cool dude for a black guy)
funky fresh in your face
(you’re a pretty cool dude for a black guy)
(pretty cool for a black guy) and love fist
(four guys to get your face)
(soundtrack available on vice city)
we’re gonna rock, we’re gonna rock
(you heard us on vice city) we’re gonna rock
(you heard us on vice city) we’re gonna rock
yeah, all the young ladies is invited to the party after the show
(you heard us on vice city)
we accept groupies
now we’re doing songs with the hustler
pretty cool for a black guy
ah, this boy got me on the mainey, yadamean, mayne
yadawannamean, mayne, wallawallamean, mayne
wallawallamean, mayne, wallawallabingbang
wallawallabingbang
yeah, yeah, yeah
he’s pretty cool for a black guy

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