No Doubt — текст песни (Das EFX)

Kick ass nigga, come on

Yeah, yeah hit squad, firing squad

Nine eight shit



Chorus: das efx



No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

Yo, its diggy das, m.o.p., and that nigga teflon

Lets get it on what what

Lets get it on yeah yeah



[drayz]

Another new year, I got my crew here, lets get it on

Miggity make money money! yo, son I got the bomb

See me swervan, through the urban

Black suburban, puffing urban

Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon



[lil fame]

See Im learnin, while Im earnin

Rapidly firin, like that shit that the ku klux be burnin

Who wanna get stuck up

Or get fucked the fuck up?

Blucka, blucka blowe!

Bitch nigga your lucks up



[teflon]

Yo, Im about to pull the plug out

Thug out, but rub out

Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out

Shit I set it for real when I bug out

My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out



[billy danze]

Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out

We represent the ruffhouse

Keep one and a half, even while Im banned

At the thug house (thats right)

Now your facing a one of a kind dude

Undefined dude, top of the line dude



[skoob]

Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here

All my people up in here

Its rough in here

Bullets figgity flying every fucking where

Its un fucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame

Diggity das, billy danz, teflon, and lil fame



Chorus - 2x



[teflon]

Say hello to the bad guy

Hmmhm, excuse me as i

Grab my n-u-ts no need to ask why

We blow the spot up

Hit em with the uncut raw

Could be somewhat more

Advance with the product



[billy danze]

You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore

All the love for these thugs that Im willing to die for

First family style! its deep

You catch us on these beats

But we should never be disconnected from these streets



[skoob]

See my higgity hard times

That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes

Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines

Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, its turn to eat again

Motivated by cats who would never see the street again



[lil fame]

See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet again

And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again

Any ground I roam I stand on it

Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it



[drayz]

Yeah, so lets expand on it ( what )

Put my mans on it ( what )

Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it ( what )

The higgity hit squad and firing squad

We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia



Chorus - 2x