Testo Bruce Lee - Tunde
Testo della canzone Bruce Lee (Tunde), tratta dall'album First Lap
Stacky (stacky)
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
(They be sit up, when I pull up)
(When I pull up, when I pull up)
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
When I pull up they're like "Who's he?"
I'm in a big Jeep, horse power kickin' like Bruce Lee
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
When I pull up they're like "Who's's he?"
I'm in a big Jeep, horse power kickin' like Bruce Lee
I live this mob life, can't you tell?
Sippin' Aqua Panna, eating prawns and chicken with the Tagliatelle
Big crops to feed and a big bag of cats to sell
They tried to fuck with my young boy
'Til I went and checked the V-man and told him cast a spell
Now he's out in the field, chin up, down to blast a shell
I made thе Opps go hard to soft
We kick back and laugh N, call them man therе a pasta shell
I used to mix the blues with the GG and call it glue cheese
Now its top shelf Cali in the Cheesecake Factory
Dippin' wings in my blue cheese
Blowin' on a big joint, we don't use Piece
When I pull up in a foreign they're like "Who's he?
When I pull up in a foreign its a movie
Got your main thing lookin' all choosey
Now your gyal's drippin' wet through her little Polly two-piece
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
When I pull up they're like "Who's he?"
I'm in a big Jeep, horse power kickin' like Bruce Lee
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
When I pull up they're like "Who's he?"
I'm in a big Jeep, horse power kickin' like Bruce Lee
When I pull up they like "Who's that?"
I got the AC on in the Hemi, I'm a cool cat
Flames out the exhaust, rev' it and the fuel spat
Prestige scouse thing, I call that my pool brat
Always wants to know where the party with the pools at
I tell her find out where the trappers with the jewels at
You can get snatched, this ain't nuttin' like your jewel snaps
So don't slip and get grabbed or you're goin' to the cruel flat
If Y Dog grabs him, he's dealin' with a cruel chat
Have you wrapped up in duct tape, flappin' on a stool sat
And if you ain't fam or gang you ain't gonna get your food back
Two double burst nine's, that's four at a time
If you want it we can duel strap
G-g-gangs got heavy metal like a Mule trap
And if I'm on the phone to Hector then you know its a Mule chat
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
When I pull up they're like "who's he?"
I'm in a big Jeep, horse power kickin' like Bruce Lee
(When I pull up, when I pull up)
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
When I pull up they're like "who's he?"
I'm in a big Jeep, horse power kickin' like Bruce Lee
When I pull up they're like "Who's that?"
I'm in a Scat pack with a Cali sack and a fat back
When I pull up they're like "Who's he?"
I'm in a big Jeep, horse power kickin' like Bruce Lee
(Bruce Lee, Bruce Lee, Bruce Lee)
Credits
Writer(s): Taras Slusarenko, Dean Mizzi, Edward Walsh, Olu Baba Tunde David Finni
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