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Les paroles de Abandon Ship
| | | Artiste: | Busta Rhymes |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Titre: | Abandon Ship | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 44 fois | | | | Paroles: | UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
Intro/Chorus One: repeat
2X
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream
and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow
your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this keep it movin like that
If I die I'ma only come
back
Yo I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your
tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
Chorus Two:
You niggaz talk shit then abandon
ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon
ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout,
Busta Rhymes
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over
Stick you for
your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the
age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I
guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo
Geo
Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the
month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was Chuck
Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain
nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really
harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
Many niggaz wanna
know when the Ramp return
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants
to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we
make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you
get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...
People always askin me, how
your shit be sellin
For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
Police throwed me
up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you
swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and
got a nigga ass smellin
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin
If
you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
Chorus One
Chorus
Two
Verse Two: Rampage, Busta
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York
city...
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off
course
No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source
I be saddleback biting
motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me
reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo
Boss
Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn't put me on I'd be
locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin
ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to
.. touche!
Now I'm goin back around the way
I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin
Gaye
Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz
open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the
cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I write
my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When
you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty
milk carton
It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like
Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new
kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated
fo'-fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still
hardco'
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter
Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little
harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my
music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized
rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number
one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie
Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin at your funeral like Bobby
Bluebland
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