Testo Lipton - U-God feat. Mike Ladd
Testo della canzone Lipton (U-God feat. Mike Ladd), tratta dall'album Dopium
Yo, yo, magnificent high score
Master plan the crowd roar
Absorb daily doses, get ready for the downpour
Human cannon ball, matador standing at your door
Battle y'all, sound more, get ready for the round four
Round war, jigsaw, bear hug, bear claw
Slimeball, crime bosses, better count your losses
Dark lord, divorce court, hot sauce, the pen glide
Been fly, Bangkok, Chinese, Shanghai
Red wine, fed time, bank crime, the cake rise
Take mines, break spines, watch for them snake eyes
Break ties, shake thighs, watch how them dollars flow
Scholars home, monotone, crushing on your collarbone
I'm a cyclone, you Styrofoam, up against the Wu brand
Big guns to hold it, it's gonna take two hands
Check the news stand, I'm running with the manual
Flammable animals, call me a dynamo
Hannibal, an elephant's got you in the stranglehold
Black man jingle, Gambino and my bangles gold
Hand in the finger bowl, your face is on my chrome gauge
Strapped with a bomb, gonna blow you to the stone age
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hey, hey, the way she shake it
Hey, hey, I can't take it
Hey, hey, the way she take it
Hey, hey, I can't shake it
Yo, ever-ready wordplay, conscious survey
Mountains fall, crumble, impact your chest plate
Heavyweight, ankle swing, therapy, Bowflex
Snowman, cold kid, melt you in your Gore-Tex
Raw sex vibe, ultraviolent on the sex drive
Forty-five wives move silent with my TEC-9
Respect mine, you talk line, smash for your drama talk
Backflips, somersault, chopped by the tomahawk
Pop off, mazel tov, stung by the voodoo
Old school, new school, invest like the Jews do
You broke niggas, no class, broadcast on YouTube
Fake boobs, ass moves, stay true to their slobs
Ain't you, fuck off, ate you with duck sauce
Feathers get plucked off when I cough that ink dust
Linked up, inked up, strokes from the paintbrush
Dope for your taste buds, blunts and I stay buzzed
Music for your forehead, spazzed on your whore's face
Wu on the warhead, crash through the tour gates
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hey, hey, the way she shake it
Hey, hey, I can't take it
Hey, hey, the way she take it
Hey, hey, I can't shake it
Skydives, she's on the ball
Last drop, she's off the wall
Oh God, she lost her mind
Jump out, go for mine
In so deep, get cross-eyed
Take that heat, roll outside
Black handprints on the wall
Black handprints on the wall
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hey, hey, the way she shake it
Hey, hey, I can't take it
Hey, hey, the way she take it
Hey, hey, I can't shake it
I say I'm pimpin', bitches on knee pads
Lipton, sipping the tea bag
Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Hawkins, Adam Farag
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