you on kwan? [m] i'm on some next shit kid [k] yo whatchu on kwan? [m] yo, I'm on some next shit kid [k] yo whatchu on kwan? [m] i'm on some next shit
Traducción: Exit 159. Tongues Of The Next Shit.
Traducción: Face of Anger. Tongues Of The Next Shit.
Traducción: Mad Skillz. Tongues Of The Next Shit.
M] I'm on some next shit kid [K] Yo whatchu on Kwan? [M] Yo, I'm on some next shit kid [K] Yo whatchu on Kwan? [M] I'm on some next shit kid [K] Well
dying for company I notice that you got it, you notice that I want it You know that I can take it to the next level baby If you want this good shit Sicker
(yeah) wakin up blurred (uh-huh) Walk butt-naked (what) talk, speech slurred (that's right) Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on) Stop then SWITCH; next
like me Ride a dope track 'Cause once I hit it with the Vocltone It's mine Have motherfuckers rushn' to rewind 'Cause I'll flow slow And still twist your tongues
it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff Every other night I need a blue net for group sex Leaving with a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next
had one you'd probably run; come come Now spit it from the tip of your tongue, a lil wisdom gives em somethin' to move to, groove to The next time you
, I can see it in your eyes Why you standin' there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit
club After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates Designer pussy, my shit
s it. Now turn over on your stomach Open up, and let me run it dead in that ass, bitch This is what I call fuckin shit "OOh shit, brad" Loosen up, and
I ain't ask tah see your tonsil's or your tongue Lookin' sprung like The Prince was for Rapunzel I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues 'Cuz I make this shit
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son? [Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one [Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga.
that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin' I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue
a gat, boom-clack Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit
nonsense. It's about relating back to the essence where it all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip
