lirik lagu on the sidewalk 2 - frank cook
[chorus: kool g rap]
i put his brains on the sidewalk
i put his brains on the sidewalk
i put his brains on the sidewalk
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains (bang)
buck, buck, buck
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains
[verse 1: frank cook]
after it you tell it was written just by the penmanship
red dot or red line a n~gga soon as i pen this sh~t (uh)
firin’, two guns up, how it’s disitributed
and keep a gunner with me if you thinkin’ that you’s a lyricist (a gunner)
measure a box if you climb, you plan to fit in this (yeah)
and keep a set of .30’s for n~ggas, come get yo’ memberships
you know the fear heightened whenever i put the hеat through yours
before it’s go over 90 dеgrees, i’m checkin’ temperatures
load up, f~ck with cook, it won’t end well
bullet out the side of ya head, you lack intel
we can knuckle up, the jab hook like fish scale
or keep gun b~ttin’ a n~gga until his sh~t swell
i’m the last dude you wanna challenge, n~gga
a lopsided see~saw, i’m unbalanced, n~gga
only way to trace a body is shadow it
you’re like the wrong? side of my gun, somethin’ i gotta hit
you n~ggas can never f~ck with me physically
it’s like a goon versus a chump; that’s the simile
understand, i’m comin’ for blood for all enemies
my sh~t go doot~doot~doot~doot~de~ree~ree, we make him a memory
like pun’s style, dead in the middle, you peep the remedy
but lack ability any n~gga in my proximity
considered dead to me if you ever thinkin’ beheadin’ me
for kool g, i’ll wrap n~ggas up and ship ’em to italy
[chorus: kool g rap]
buck, buck
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains (buck, buck, buck, bang)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains
[verse 2: cory gunz]
yeah
yeah
yeah
uh~hm
uh~hm
eastside
yeah
yeah
yeah, yo
i ain’t never heard about latin bread rest
i don’t own a bed, the cars done got a head rest
i hit your right leg, neck, left, right, head, chest
in that order so we know you gon’ stay on bed rest
pick a side or you’ll probably gon’ be a dead rat
you’ll get a slight light right and a nice dead left
mama in her black dress, her son a right mess
i stay inside ’cause these n~ggas be havin’ fed breath
i watch what i did, bubble like i did popcorn
hidin’ magazines since i was a kid, not p~rn
i’m on d, m and v, and we slid like norm
now how you convince a father that his kid not born?
nickel nines that’ll cripple his spine
grew up under some sophisticated k!llers doin’ ripple and lines
violatin’ if you trip on this time
my n~gga went in only for a violation and they tripled his time
[chorus: kool g rap]
buck, buck
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains (buck, buck, buck, bang)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains
[verse 3: kool g rap]
yeah
kgr
tell ’em
the revolver reliable, a .9 milli’s handy
stop the life of anybody claimin’ vigilante
pro~handlers slam, just k!llin’ fancy (fancy)
and watch ’em die in tuxedo and bowtie like meyer lansky
sweatsuits fish ’em the hats when he twists the sacks
then he switch to sl!ck slacks with aristocrats
it’s like saud? if he lift the bat (bat)
bl~~dy his queens shirt when he yell out his teamwork to split your cap (blah)
i’ll send the mafia, hitters outta attica
tommy gun splatter ya, valentine’s massacre (for real)
i don’t drive by and creep with no passengers
i get up close like i zoomed in an aperture
i just show up with heavy metal like metallica
to the trunk of the challenger then i abracadabra ya
magnificent .7 magnums buck
like a budweiser horse kick through your face after you grab his nuts
they want h~ll; give ’em plenty that
semi tab hobo dissolve soldiers for free, never stingy cats (hold that)
head whistle where it’s windy at
long primitive gat, i’ll have ’em look like they crawled out a chimney stack
frank cook put in the bags, never skimpy packs
straight fat cat, the reason how my memory at (memory at)
kid, all it take is a bendy stat
to leave you flat dead murdered by crackheads wearin’ dingy hats
[chorus: kool g rap]
buck, buck
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains (buck, buck, buck, bang)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains
[verse 4: norm bates]
i ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me (nah)
rest in peace, that’s what pac said
i hit ’em up with some hot lead (i hit ’em up, n~gga!)
keep frontin’, you’ll get shot dead (blaow!)
i put that flame to your dome, now you really be a hothead (stupid!)
don’t make me put yo’ brains on the sidewalk
let’s have a conversation, i’mma let that .9 talk (blaow!)
since you wanna be all sl!ck with the mouth
how about i rip the side of your face since you really wanna side talk
hit ’em with a deuce deuce (uh), two shots, doot~doot (grr)
have your brains on the floor, that sh~t be lookin’ like couscous (ew)
i told you i was coocoo, woohoo (uh, hm, uh)
blow your candles out like happy birthday to you (happy birthday, assh0l~)
cause conflict, it will get crucial
i don’t need a gun, i put paws on ’em, i’m blue’s clues (hahahahahaha)
that’s word to cory, i’m out of my llama beans
say the word, i split that llama bing, let that llama rring (ahh)
throw shots so loud they’ll be like coño (oh sh~t)
i’ll have the scene lookin’ real la ceroso (d~mn)
y’all n~ggas is bozos, toto (uh)
rest in peace to kobe, pull out them two .4’s, hit ’em with ocho (uh)
pull it out, aim that, cl!ck clack, spray that (yeah)
so much gunpowder, that sh~t be lookin’ like ajax (crazy)
keep playin’, i’mma hit you with two times three
from that .45 like jordan when he came back
[chorus: kool g rap]
buck, buck
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains~i put his brains~i put his brains (buck, buck, buck)
i put his brains on the sidewalk (buck, buck, buck)
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