Testo Broad Daylight - M.O.P. feat. Busta Rhymes
Testo della canzone Broad Daylight (M.O.P. feat. Busta Rhymes), tratta dall'album Street Certified
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Yeah, yeah, this is Murderville
Don't nobody boss Bobby Shmurda grill
Y'all niggas is guppies
They say life is a bitch, when she have them babies
I just want one of them puppies
My dogs give it to ya broad day with them thang thangs
Leave you in the middle of the street, nigga, bang bang
(Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba, clack!)
So what I said was
You gon' fuck around and get your head bust
Fizzy Wo hop off of that Special Ed bus
Then the lead bust
I'm from a block where thou shall sell more weight than thou weigh
Send 'em from one hundred to zero, about face
When will you bastards learn?
My life is Fast and Furious, Paul Walker 'til I crash and burn
M.O., give it to 'em anywhere on the compass
This is 187, beyond nauseous
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Get to know me, I do it all, I'm hood varsity
Wherever they playin' ball, in the street or Carnegie Hall
Anonymous shots at me, keep it on the blog
Or get tased broad daylight right in front of the mall
My constitutional rights to flare arms is in play
Got Kings County in my DNA
So no, I ain't the nigga you send for
Thinkin' you wanna see me with three niggas, bring three more
Fuck outta here, ain't nothin' new, I been raw
And nah, I don't bend for them niggas you bend for
Get to know me, the shooters on your block call me big homie
Or bigger homie when I got that ripper on me
You might wanna reconsider flippin' on me
Trip if you want, get left crippled, homie
Who wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole?
Brownsville Berkowitz, monkeys on parole
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Yo, check me, look
This be that true blood on the beach, fuck your bikini, sookie
Most of you niggas is sweeter than diabetes pussy
Yeah, yeah, y'all know who be the nicest
I'm a nice guy but I'm sicker than the Ebola crisis
This day and age is a time and a culture of the snitches
I come from a time where we never wife them stripper bitches
She cover up in three forms and can stash the ratchet testers
We flaggin' the God, I'd probably call 'em a royal empress
French Montana, adlib for that
Peace and love and brrrrrrt, pussy, your shit's a wrap
Pinky ring shinin' while I'm sippin' a whiskey
I already did my job so you never forget me
Tell me what niggas won't try (Homie, what's up?)
This be that A-List alumni (Better shut the fuck up!)
While I abuse these big niggas, what I'm supposed to do?
Adrian Peterson, I'll abuse little niggas too
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Murray, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Trevor Smith Jr, I Fresh
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