Lirik Lagu Gotta Touch 'Em (Part 2) - Three 6 Mafia
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
**DJ Paul and Crunchy Black Talking**
[Chorus]Psycho in da (3x)Cut with the mask and the pistol gripI gotta' touch'em (4x)
(Lord Infamous)This shit is begining to come into focusBut no one can figure out Infamous murderous of psychosisTrippin' I'm runnin' the darknessI'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe shitA posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggleAnd leave them in puddles of plasmaI'm comin' for stashes for cashThe blast until everyone in here passed outMy fellow man you cannot comprehend strength of the devil military killersExecution to death you will send us no harmonyNow enter your head through the pillowThe Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfallGive it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all[Come on mayn, you finna give me them ?? niggah]Naw bitch...[Aww dog ???]Naw bitch...[A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred]Check it out my nigI'm gonna kill you anyway you won't need none of that shitRan through the backyard jumped the gate to the corner of the back streetHopped into the steamer tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seatI'm comin' to rusm'em son, crush'em son, buck my gunI'm gonna reach out and touch someone.
[Chorus]
(Crunchy Black)I got a problem, money dividends, gotta' solve themThe only thing going through my head is murder and rob themI heard they got cash, i gotta touch they assQuick fast in a hurry get away with a fuckin' dashEvery night I sit and think on why these hoes keep playin' wit' meThey gonna make me click them clicka clickand they don't wanna see my bad side? they gonna make me transform to another manAnd make they mother fuckin' ass do the devil danceCrunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoes easy come easy goEasily we kickin' doors, I gotta' touch'em
(Koopsta Knicca)In my fuckin' head I vision blood be redAs I chopped off his fuckin' headLeft him dead for them bitchesA psycho at largeSome bitch gone step to this bomber squadI'm harder niggah when I click you will feel like a prey that was predator???? for them paramedicsSee wait for the Koopsta scare'emSk-skinny ?????? in the pimpin'Now waitin' for that armegeddonBitch
[Chorus]
(Juicy J)I hooked up with a freak downNiggah's from the M-townThen we started robbin' outta town makin' them lay it downTouchin' crackers wit a 12 gauge to they fuckin' backStickin' them liqour stores, robbin' banks, plenty car-jacksSnatchin' old ladies purse knockin' niggah's to the dirtMy 9 gone make yo body hurtI'm go put your body in hearstCall me a playa hater traitor, what you want bitchStrapped wit them thangs on your ass hear them guns clicksInside job strictly robbin' so you better bewareOther niggah wit a gat a mask raise'em in the air
(DJ Paul)Now raise'em up an down for the killah man as a youngsterStickin' these tricks up daily you trippin' I'm still a hustlerCuttin' class don't make my snooze behind the barrelShootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey combAn smoke a fuckin' pamper houseHollerin' at my brother Phil D. I gotta' get straightNo thang mayn he got me straight that thang fool be boomin' weightHoppin' on my skooter with my ski mask an my deuce dueceAll blue joggin' suit tube socks and ???But now I'm gettin' old and comin' clean is what I'm hopin'And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I'm Scopin' bitchThis is the touch....
[Chorus]Psycho in da (3x)Cut with the mask and the pistol gripI gotta' touch'em (4x)
(Lord Infamous)This shit is begining to come into focusBut no one can figure out Infamous murderous of psychosisTrippin' I'm runnin' the darknessI'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe shitA posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggleAnd leave them in puddles of plasmaI'm comin' for stashes for cashThe blast until everyone in here passed outMy fellow man you cannot comprehend strength of the devil military killersExecution to death you will send us no harmonyNow enter your head through the pillowThe Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfallGive it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all[Come on mayn, you finna give me them ?? niggah]Naw bitch...[Aww dog ???]Naw bitch...[A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred]Check it out my nigI'm gonna kill you anyway you won't need none of that shitRan through the backyard jumped the gate to the corner of the back streetHopped into the steamer tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seatI'm comin' to rusm'em son, crush'em son, buck my gunI'm gonna reach out and touch someone.
[Chorus]
(Crunchy Black)I got a problem, money dividends, gotta' solve themThe only thing going through my head is murder and rob themI heard they got cash, i gotta touch they assQuick fast in a hurry get away with a fuckin' dashEvery night I sit and think on why these hoes keep playin' wit' meThey gonna make me click them clicka clickand they don't wanna see my bad side? they gonna make me transform to another manAnd make they mother fuckin' ass do the devil danceCrunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoes easy come easy goEasily we kickin' doors, I gotta' touch'em
(Koopsta Knicca)In my fuckin' head I vision blood be redAs I chopped off his fuckin' headLeft him dead for them bitchesA psycho at largeSome bitch gone step to this bomber squadI'm harder niggah when I click you will feel like a prey that was predator???? for them paramedicsSee wait for the Koopsta scare'emSk-skinny ?????? in the pimpin'Now waitin' for that armegeddonBitch
[Chorus]
(Juicy J)I hooked up with a freak downNiggah's from the M-townThen we started robbin' outta town makin' them lay it downTouchin' crackers wit a 12 gauge to they fuckin' backStickin' them liqour stores, robbin' banks, plenty car-jacksSnatchin' old ladies purse knockin' niggah's to the dirtMy 9 gone make yo body hurtI'm go put your body in hearstCall me a playa hater traitor, what you want bitchStrapped wit them thangs on your ass hear them guns clicksInside job strictly robbin' so you better bewareOther niggah wit a gat a mask raise'em in the air
(DJ Paul)Now raise'em up an down for the killah man as a youngsterStickin' these tricks up daily you trippin' I'm still a hustlerCuttin' class don't make my snooze behind the barrelShootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey combAn smoke a fuckin' pamper houseHollerin' at my brother Phil D. I gotta' get straightNo thang mayn he got me straight that thang fool be boomin' weightHoppin' on my skooter with my ski mask an my deuce dueceAll blue joggin' suit tube socks and ???But now I'm gettin' old and comin' clean is what I'm hopin'And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I'm Scopin' bitchThis is the touch....
