Testo Stomp da Roach - U-God feat. GZA & Scotty Wotty
Testo della canzone Stomp da Roach (U-God feat. GZA & Scotty Wotty), tratta dall'album Dopium
It's the Sasquatch, Jackpot, the Roach Killer
That's what we do, you know what it is
You little crawly creepy bastards
We ain't trippin', read the sentence
The Godz got it locked like Aquemaine and San Quentin
You drinkin' muscle milk, homey you'll get killed
Walkin' 'round like Deebo, cause you slight built
It's a dirty job, we get it poppin' hard
We turn this whole slam into the Mardi Gras
And ain't nobody mad, it's just we got it bad
Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath
I grip a mic, it's five fingers of death
So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
When I slip on the grip-ons, no clip-ons
And on the OJs like Christopher Pawns
And eat with the beast in the valley of death
Walk on the right but I shoot with the left
Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath
All you little rat bastards I'll stomp you to death
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo
Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on
Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on
You can run on, and start duckin' and dodgin'
I'll pluck you, crush you right between the margin
I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid
The black flag, the biohazard
The economist of the bio-standard
And he sprayed a mist on the flies that landed
And I can be obvious or I can be candid
But, I'm shakin' roaches off my shoes and socks
Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box
Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks
Then I, throw my finger at the hip-hop cops
Then I, put on my Timbs then I stomp the block
Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach
They've known to leech off people for years and years
And cause trouble by stayin' up in ears
They set up shops in apartments and projects
Bold enough to roll up on any object
Grabbin' on my gear 'til they pull the label off
They fight for the crumbs that's on my tablecloth
They keep their antennas up, the signal's strong
They got the neighborhood bugged, that's how they survive so long
Immune to combats and household raids
Like informants that's livin' off government aid
We leave roaches where the remainin' trash lays
Incinerated, they spend they last days in ashtrays
Ignored by the dogs but chased by the cat
Like a sneaky-ass rat that got caught in the trap
A small-time who didn't have a clue
It take a million of y'all just to fill up my shoe
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Tom, can you get me off the hook? For old times sake
Can't do it, Sally
Don't ever take sides with anyone against the family again
Ever
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Writer(s): Lamont Hawkins
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