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  • Текст песни Hoods Up 495 - Wankster Paradise

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    Who told you, mamason, that hip hop
    is a place for those who is always on the top
    of this fashion race, where it's hip to hop
    from one trend to another and you don't stop
    Shake that ass, yo, you feel it sonny?
    You're fucked in that ass by the industry of makin money
    Ain't it funny? I don't know honey
    I just bring surprises like the eastern bunny
    You're full of their shit and still want some fuckin more
    Fake tales about drugz, gunz, money and whores
    Gang wars, while kids shoot each other at their doors,
    Your money got spent by the record label assholes
    Buy more! Support that ignorant shit!
    Violence and sexism, hate and greed
    Don't listen to me homie, better smoke more weed
    You pretend you're gangster but I think you're an emo kid

    And all your puny battles are the battles of mice
    And all you midget beef is a pack of sorry lies
    And all your so called homiez is a bunch of toilet flies
    Take a one way ticket to the wankstah paradise

    Home grown gangster straight outta the fraternity
    If your mom knows you'll be grounded for eternity
    Fuck you and your crew and your jock friends too
    With real hip hop you got nothin to do
    While driving in your daddy's car Pumpin RnB shit
    On your way to the club you dancin piece of fat meat
    Oh no, I'm scared! it's a gangster from the mall,
    Paper Pimps Crew soldiers! I need to make a call
    to the circus, so they take you back
    Step back motherfucker,motherfucker whack, whack,
    wack, wankster, wankster Wanna be a gangster
    Lookin at you is more funny than Dexter's Lab
    To wake up you need a bitch slap
    Your rhymes can kill a man cause they make him laugh to death
    Hahahaha your brain is so far
    Let's play who wanna be a rap-superstar

    And all your puny battles are the battles of mice
    And all you midget beef is a pack of sorry lies
    And all your so called homiez is a bunch of toilet flies
    Take a one way ticket to the wankstah paradise

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