Testo Thump Radio - Mr. Capone-E
Testo della canzone Thump Radio (Mr. Capone-E), tratta dall'album Last Man Standing
1-3, Jacking your beat
Capone and ODM, riding for the homies
Ready to make my debut, so back on up
(Before we have to pull the strap out the cut)
Gimme the strap first, so I can load up these balas
Sur Califa, Southside, fuck chavalas
Because they're nothing but the Southside baby
Two ball riders going fucking crazy
Rap game is the pezal that pays me
Untouchable, so please don't try to ban us
Well I'm back to my cuete in my hand
9 Milli Glock, just to let you understand
From a Southsider's point of view
And if you ain't down with the blue, then motherfuck you
Cause you never know when I'm busting or jack
Busting or rap, uh, at the same time busting your cap
And If I ain't busting your cap, it ain't good if I don't hit 'em
So I blast 'em up close, cause you know I won't miss 'em
Uh, and that's realer than real deal, how we feel
And you bustas and bitches know how I kill
So if you're good enough to get rolled up for proper hit
I puff and pass, cause we're dropping some gangsta shit
From the South and the East and the West and up
From the West and the East and the South and up
It's from the South
And ain't no love, no doubt
So just chill, labba, or take these balas in your mouth
Well I'm creeping and I'm creeping and I'm creeping
And you know I got traps, that's why my people keep sweeping
Now it's time for me to make my presence felt
So sit back, kick raps and strap on your seatbelt
Never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and take over a car show
At the same time with the dope rhymes that I spit
You know and I know, I drop some Brown Rider shit
To add to my collection, this selection
Symbolizes coke, take a toke but don't choke
If you do, you have no clue
Of what me and my homie Capone came to do
From the South and the East and the West and up
From the West and the East and the South and up
It's from the South
And ain't no love, no doubt
So just chill, labba, or take these balas in your mouth
Well I'm back on that ass with a hellafied Southside lean
Getting high to the sky with an O bag of sticky green
It's the capital C-A-P-O-N-E to the E
With the homie ODM from the LSO to the B
Showing much flex when it's time to pimp a ho
Clocking a grip, clocking the dope, like my idol Al Capone
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they're in the mood for some fucking Southsider shit
So ODM
(What's up, dawg?)
We gotta give 'em what they need
(What's that, C?)
We gotta break 'em off slanging
(Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be banging, Southside jacking
It's where it takes place, so I'ma get your attention
Jack you for your beat, fool, that's my intention
Dropping the funky shit that's making them other rappers hate me
When I'm on the mic, them motherfuckers, they can't fade me
Try to get close and your ass will get whacked
My motherfucking homie Sir Capone, he got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm tripping
My homie Lil' Dream is on the side with the clip in
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down
And if your bitch is talking shit, I'ma have to put the smack down
Yeah, and it don't stop
I tell you why I'm just like a Glock when I click and I pop
But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn
Southern Sur Califa's Brown Boy and fool, you know it's on
Putting that shit together, uh
And like the homie WC said, I gotta get the cheddar
From the South and the East and the West and up
From the West and the East and the South and up
It's from the South
And ain't no love, no doubt
So just chill, labba, or take these balas in your mouth
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Writer(s): Fahd Azam
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