Fort Minor - Respect 4 grandma

Tekst :

Are we recording right now?
Yea we re recording

I cant do it right now because my grandma is asleep in the room and I have to like go to like another room and like yell it

Go ahead
You know Respect for Grandma
You know what I mean

Scoop Deville
Your now rocking with a drunken battle,
We pack pumps like sluts when they
traveling with shoes in the trunk
Im losing it punk
Missing a few screws and a nut
Im stupid as fuck
Im from the old school but I flunked
Black on Black
Rips with some grain to grip
Bitch slapping these trick rappers
Till they pay this pimp
Quit acting the click clacking
Like you famous shit
You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks (Biatch)
What a joke, you aint never cut up coke on a scale
Or snuck dope through the border in a cocanut shell
Fuck No!
You want tell your little veteran tales
So when I put the smoke in your mouth
You better inhale
Suck it!

You ready lets get it
The games now finished
Its s all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it
Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men
Clapping at your tracks rabbits back to the benches yea
People famous call me the evil genius
Got them bumpin Styles
In the Buick people speeding
Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch
Your crying over spilled milk
Demigodz whats up?
Got a flask filled of that ole lucky number 7 brand
Get rid of your first string
I aint playing second hand
Your messing with butane
Get scorched in a torch fire
Look out for the new slang
You rocking with Fort Minor

Allrigth hold for a second
Yeah you know who the fuck this is
SOB mother fuckas
Demigodz mother fuckas
Mike Shinoda Mother Fuckas
And this is Celph Titled Mother Fuckas
We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe and it go off mother fuckas
My gun don t fit through the doorway mother fuckas lets Go!

This is the last warning shot before we re letting this go
We don t have to say lay low
Ya ll already know
That when the lights goes dim
And the beat drops in
Even Texas cant hold them
Ante up and Im in
Im like Black Jack Johnson and MOP
Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels (You ll see)
Cause when we hop into the Jeep to try out the CD
You ll want a low rider bucking bronco to Scoop s beat now
My name s Mike (mike), remember it well
More rock than raising hell
Rougher then Roc Deville
Ryu and Tak will tell you whats really the deal
If you want it come get us at the end of this twelve

Yea yea yea, you know the fuckin drill
Keeping it Godzilla up in the mother fuckin Home Depot
This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer
This SOB, this is Demigodz, this is M Shinoda the cobra holder
And this is your brain on crack mother fucka!

Perfect... the guy is a genius

Inne utwory

  • All night
  • Hard way
  • Slip out the back
  • Be somebody
  • Petrified
  • Intro
  • Believe me
  • Freestyle
  • Move on
  • S.C.O.M
  • The hard way
  • Bleach (Remix)
  • Stick n move
  • Introduction
  • Bloc party
  • Dolla
  • Cigarettes
  • Losowe utwory

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    The rain falls, the snow storms
    The gods unleash their wrath
    The summer comes, sunlight swarms
    Fairies of magic laugh

    The green of leaves forsakes now
    Before to be exchanged with gray
    Before the king of winter bow
    And begin your wish...

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    Try Runnin around the candle
    I was only running into you
    Try Runnin around the candle
    I don t try to run it into you

    I get tired of runnin into you

    Damn you damn everyone
    I ll be fine without you...

    Nothing left to say

    You sigh and say goodbye
    And turn while I scratch out my eyes
    What have I done this time
    Nevermind last year

    Never wanted to be
    All of the things I m sure are me
    Finally, I can see
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    lassù nel cielo volerai
    Anima libera,
    sempre mi illumina,
    nel buio dei pensieri miei
    Anima libera,
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    sei la speranza dentro me
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    Gang man, make the bed. A cross tie at your head. For we can t lay the track til the benders off your back.
    Gang man, make the bed. Carry man, get the feel. Heave that ply of steel. We can t get to town til I...