Lirik Lagu Mr. Dead Folx - Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know meNo questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know me
[Blaze]I was the first to put it downReppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta soundsStrictly keep it undergroundLotus in the family, you now how we doComing for ours and won’t hesitate to ride on youRecord sales don’t make you bulletproofBig time, and we both know you don’t be doing that shit that's in your rhymesYou ain’t a G like me, you ain’t the thug I beYou watered down, like the punks I see on MTVWhere you’re motherfucking trees, always asking for smokeAin’t it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc’sThat’s a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heatWhoever think he the shit, trying to claim my territoryI’m a motherfucking G with heaters loaded and cockedYou’s a small time pee-on, braggin of running rocksBitch break yourself, for everything and then someHold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know meNo questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know me
Never ever was I a bitch hoe,you can put that on my ten-foldMa pop Grundy and them know I sickoBaby boy got banana clips for his chopperKnown to bring drama somethin' properCheck nutsColton Grundy got handles, I got the JSo when I’m spiting from the big oh line, nuts’ in your faceDead homie on a ho-port, smoking a NewportSpiting at the bitches, and bumping that new Too ShortLife is nothing I can even they to relate to, for real thoughBeing dead is serious, it change youAll I got left in this world, is my music to playSo you correct if you thinkin', that I’ma do my thangAnd all the thugs that wit me, throw your shit in the airAnd wave those motherfuckers side to sidelike you don’t careAnd if you feeling like I’m feeling, then it’s plainy clear'Cause it’s a whole bunch of dead folk chilling in here
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know meNo questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know me
[Violent J]It’s me and Blaze, drunk driving in an 87 CutlassTaking turns at the wheel while the other claps motherfuckersYou’re chick, I’m dicking thatwicked shit, I’m kicking thatI’m hitting with the quickness, life’s stinking, where the chickens at?You made a wrong turn coming down my blockI’ll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rockUh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got,Mr. Dead Folx sparking at the burial spotWe about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like MarzGet your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap starsA little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (yes)I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloodyI’m Violent J, I’ll be around until my dieng dayOn tour smoking bud, and eating Flying JLook me up under 'Juggla' and you’ll find my nameAnd if you don’t, then you’re dictionary’s lame motherfucka!
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know meNo questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know me
(Repeat Till End)Mr Dead FolxBelieve me man you don’t know me
[Blaze]I was the first to put it downReppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta soundsStrictly keep it undergroundLotus in the family, you now how we doComing for ours and won’t hesitate to ride on youRecord sales don’t make you bulletproofBig time, and we both know you don’t be doing that shit that's in your rhymesYou ain’t a G like me, you ain’t the thug I beYou watered down, like the punks I see on MTVWhere you’re motherfucking trees, always asking for smokeAin’t it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc’sThat’s a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heatWhoever think he the shit, trying to claim my territoryI’m a motherfucking G with heaters loaded and cockedYou’s a small time pee-on, braggin of running rocksBitch break yourself, for everything and then someHold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know meNo questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know me
Never ever was I a bitch hoe,you can put that on my ten-foldMa pop Grundy and them know I sickoBaby boy got banana clips for his chopperKnown to bring drama somethin' properCheck nutsColton Grundy got handles, I got the JSo when I’m spiting from the big oh line, nuts’ in your faceDead homie on a ho-port, smoking a NewportSpiting at the bitches, and bumping that new Too ShortLife is nothing I can even they to relate to, for real thoughBeing dead is serious, it change youAll I got left in this world, is my music to playSo you correct if you thinkin', that I’ma do my thangAnd all the thugs that wit me, throw your shit in the airAnd wave those motherfuckers side to sidelike you don’t careAnd if you feeling like I’m feeling, then it’s plainy clear'Cause it’s a whole bunch of dead folk chilling in here
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know meNo questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know me
[Violent J]It’s me and Blaze, drunk driving in an 87 CutlassTaking turns at the wheel while the other claps motherfuckersYou’re chick, I’m dicking thatwicked shit, I’m kicking thatI’m hitting with the quickness, life’s stinking, where the chickens at?You made a wrong turn coming down my blockI’ll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rockUh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got,Mr. Dead Folx sparking at the burial spotWe about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like MarzGet your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap starsA little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (yes)I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloodyI’m Violent J, I’ll be around until my dieng dayOn tour smoking bud, and eating Flying JLook me up under 'Juggla' and you’ll find my nameAnd if you don’t, then you’re dictionary’s lame motherfucka!
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know meNo questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blastNo money, weed, no cashIt’s time to get in that assMr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead HomieDon’t be acting like you don’t see meBelieve me man you don’t know me
(Repeat Till End)Mr Dead FolxBelieve me man you don’t know me
