The Last Rap I`ll Ever Write — текст песни (Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina))

On the night of the last rap that I write
MC`s all over will bless the mic
Point two double glocks in the air
Some cats gon` die in they barber`s chair
Real rap take to be made of gold
Hot little ho`s y`all keep em cold
Everywhere, check it out, it`ll be cool
All dope deals will even go smooth

On the night of the last rap that I write
The Devil and God gon` have a fight
Check it, head to head
Tiga, toe to toe
Try`na figure out where I`ma go
All non-smokers gon` blaze the weed
Butterflies will turn back to centipedes
From pennies, yeah tiga
To a gang of g`s
And all my homies go from oz`s to ki`s

On the night of the last rap that I write
Mike Tyson gon` have his greatest fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
Stevie Wonder even gon` regain his sight

On the night of my last rap
Africa`s gon` be run by blacks
And no where `round will there be crack
Jamaica`s gon` get Bob Marley`s back
And all my tigas gon` bust they guns
And no where `round where the police come

And check this out
I`ma kick it with Khan
Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
Won`t be one killin` in the projects
Muslim`s will all cry from Malcom-X
You will finally get respect
Dis I know, I never guessed

On the night of the last rap that I write
I`ll be married with a wife
She`ll be the special love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, not tonight
Life, of a desperado
Kick it like soccer, that`s my motto
Like a bullet in your gun
My heart stay hollow
Somethin` to like but not to follow
Yo!