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lirik lagu kenny diaz - blazin' ya'll (heavy hitter shit)

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kenny diaz ft. sp12ver ft. a~b~tta, lord tariq, and swigga ~ “blazin’ ya’ll (heavy hitter sh~t)”
[emcee(s): a~b~tta, lord tariq, and swigga (aka l~swift)]
[producer(s): sp12ver (aka kenny diaz)]

[verse 1: a~b~tta]
i sniff raw
perico like al pacino, and i’m not robert
de niro, but i will rob your dinero, and you’re
not a hero, so don’t soup your man into
thinking that he’s superman—that’s stupid, man
we roll up in coupes and vans and have the ambulance
rap you in white sheets like you’re the ku klux klan. catch
anthony cruz in a twenty~two’d up land, cruising
like smokey robinson smoking chocolate ‘til i could
barely breathe in oxygen. i got czechoslovakian chicks
l!cking my d~ck and spitting out my testosterine
everybody wanna win a grammy—not me, n~gga
hand me a gram and i’ll be happy, and
i sing gangsta songs like nate dogg
and the way hoes lay on my log, you’d think i date frogs
sh~t, i clutch nines that’ll hurt you and holler
“what’s up?” but this ain’t a budweiser commercial. now i
puff lye in a circle of people i roll with
when i keep my cerebrals focused, y’all hopeless
a’s been the dopest, but labels ain’t noticed
so me and ken promote hashboy, our own sh~t, yo

[verse 2: lord tariq]
ayyo
the c~ckiest sombrero bronx n~ggas thorough
it’s pride for this borough. i made it all happen
scr~ppers, rappers, kidnappers, duct~tapers
rapers, carjackers, and crackers burnt~down
but never burnt~out. put the word out: the bronx’ll have you
turnt out like good p~ssy—don’t push me
many push v’s, pushing d overseas. i’ll pull
a mac quick, push the cap back on the d’s. rapping
for fees and clapping at rap cats, snapping indeed
a few g’s’ll make it happen—what’s happening?
all that’s supposed to—praise the lord. you could
shoot close~range and won’t graze the lord. paid
because i’m raised and amaze abroad, blaze haze
with broads for days for sure, i lays these wh0res
like carpets that’s made for floors, brought it
back to the street—that’s what you paid me for. i brought it
back to the heat, so don’t keep playing me, dawg. i’m crazy
raw, baby pa, and i’m blazing y’all

[verse 3: swigga (aka l~swift)]
n~ggas is like
“where the f~ck you been? and where the f~ck you went?” i’m still
here, and i’m bent, beer and some gin, and i’m
focused on life, my chrome is upright
hocus~pocus on flight, bogus on flights
bunny~hopping on hoes is one of my options
blunts in my pocket, i feel like i’m the son of a prophet
northeast bronx newest edition is simple. you’re out of
place like a pool in the kitchen, for rizzle, and it’s
like an iverson pass that hit you in the numbers
it’s like a time of the past that hit you in the summer
and it’s ‘bout to get worse, darkness and thunder. most
n~ggas fall after the summer, and the bouncers
getting hurt, and the club is all packed. i’m seeing it clear
my b~tches loving all that, and my n~ggas is here
everybody, take your pick. it’s all gravy
every hottie, shake your tits if y’all crazy

[hook: swigga and (a~b~tta)]
i don’t know why my life’s so crazy (my life’s so crazy)
i don’t know why my sight won’t change me, uh (my sight won’t change me)
on the dock of the bay, watching the sunset
and set it rise again (rise, my n~gga, rise up), but then
i don’t know why my life’s so crazy (so crazy)
i don’t know why my sight won’t change me, uh (won’t change me)
on the dock of the bay, watching the sunset
and set it rise again (rise up, my n~gga, come on), but then
i don’t know why


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