lirik lagu zakee - street fighter ii/side effect
[zakee]
[verse 1]
sharper than what’s inside of the of the holster of a samurai
f-cking soldier cause i only clothe myself in camouflage
hold your f-cking panties high, that’s for all the groupie hoes
couple asian b-tches, turn their p-ssies into sushi rolls
execute the booty ho. extra cute, she boojie though
hippie from the 80’s, i’m so motherf-cking groovy ho
wearing camo with no ammo in the uzi ho
rambo went commando playing banjo, he ain’t tune it though
b-tches snooping in the booth, wondering why i’m moving slow
slipped a roofie in my juice, i’m snoozing in the studio….
[interlude]
[zakee]
[verse 2]
polishin’ my glock while demolishin’ some cops
followed by some model b-tches fondling my c-ck
talking to some thots and the topic is some top
said my d-ck’ll make her famous, she gon ride it to the top
yea you heard the ambulance, one fine mechanism
it’ll never be the same unless it got some stretchers in ’em
blessed to be the best that’s spittin’, recipe for repet-tion
press select to check your vision. head is spinnin, exorcism
always got the baddest women, ryder when they cesar
chills down her spine i’ll make that body have a seizure
while she ride on top she shoutin’ “papi i’mma screamer!”
girl pipe down i’m not tryna have a feature
deep up in her cheeks while she’s screaming over speakers
k!llin’ that sh-t like nas did to jay-z over ether
eat that peachy p-ssy like it was a piece of pizza then i place her on my porch and put my pillow in a sleeper
[keanu jones]
[verse 3]
tell these hoes get the doctors quick
call the coppers, cop a brick, squallie on the block and sh-t
glock c-cked, stockings brim, bent like he robinson,
cause that’s what we do, what the f-ck you think this choppa meant?
troublesome. n-ggas who don’t give a f-ck a lot
white t’s, adi-z’s, shorts and some nike socks
porsche if the cash right, made a grip last night
taste a fifth of liq & dipped and woke up on the half pipe
half right, never wrong. that or we don’t care at all
scaring y’all, ain’t scared of y’all, ain’t scared at all when blaring all
ammunition, the compet-tion is non-erect, they swerved, off in a whip that’s walt’s complexion
n-gga start the questions. pardon stressing, hard for messing
yeah i’m often stressing, hardly present, harlem steppin
seizure like it’s my profession, need it so i gotta pressing, when they saw me flexing
p-ss the herb in essence and refreshments, then i cough and exit
[outro]
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