Letha Brainz Blo Lyrics
| Song | Letha Brainz Blo |
| Artist | Heltah Skeltah |
| Album | Nocturnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bush, Hendricks, Price | |
| Punk ass niggaz man | |
| Niggaz don't know man | |
| I better let all their brainz blo nigga | |
| Man listen | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let it begin let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| [Verse One: Rock, Ruck] | |
| Aiyyo run for your gunz me and Dutch coming through | |
| Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue | |
| This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam | |
| Cuz we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome | |
| Blown out the frame by the ROCK, Mr. Flipster | |
| Shit's Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter | |
| Right by your side with my eyes on the posse | |
| I see Duke and Red he said he wanna drop me | |
| Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap skits | |
| Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel (fuck him) | |
| Two to his cheek cuz he weak so's his jaw | |
| Nigga played the cell frontin like he hard to the core | |
| More I hear pussy talk more I wan flip | |
| See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip | |
| Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels | |
| Tool's cocked it ain't April 1st but I'm breakin fool | |
| When punk niggaz test Rock it's like touchin live wire | |
| Catch a shock to your knot | |
| From a glock that I pop, you don't want it with the Rock | |
| Better duck dumbfucks you're out of luck | |
| You got caught by the Ruck | |
| First of all, niggaz don't know jack, my flow's fat | |
| So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my shit's wack | |
| You don't know I thought you knew it | |
| Too late bitch you blew it | |
| Now I'ma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis | |
| One, two, three four five | |
| Six seven eight niggaz'll shit where's my nine | |
| Mil I drill fine skills into your mental | |
| Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not | |
| You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker | |
| Might lose his life, cuz I'm trife in the night | |
| [Chorus 1/2] | |
| [Verse Two: Ruck, Rock] | |
| What's the deal nigga? Set it off in the dark | |
| I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark | |
| The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked | |
| Keep it real my click roll thick like acidics | |
| Plus, I Be There like Jackson, breakin your backs and | |
| Askin, who want more, that's when my fat spins | |
| So chump chill 'fore my pump kill | |
| You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill | |
| The lyrical whatevah, cuz whatevah is lyrical | |
| I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical | |
| Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps | |
| You yappin bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets bitch | |
| This nigga Ruck is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz | |
| I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz | |
| So what?? Pussy bring it on | |
| Word is bond, Sean got songs that's mad strong | |
| (So bring it on) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse Three: Rock] | |
| Man listen, another nigga bluffin | |
| Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffin | |
| You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break | |
| Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache | |
| So take your monkey ass to the rear | |
| Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square | |
| Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle | |
| What Duke I lay more niggaz flat out on they back than a slug do | |
| Who knows what you, seem to be I didn't gas you | |
| But you can keep it movin 'fore I beat your gassed ass | |
| You punk bastard, you could get the gat quick | |
| Or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the Chapstik | |
| Or a fat dick and that's it | |
| Heltah Skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and that's if we | |
| [Chorus 1/2] | |
| [Outro: Rock] | |
| Ahh, let the, madness begin | |
| Let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin, let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin | |
| Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin let the madness begin | |
| Let the madness begin to let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| We let the madness begin | |
| We let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Make way for the dreads and the pros | |
| Cuz we let the brainz blo | |
| Punk-ass... |
| zuo qu : Bush, Hendricks, Price | |
| Punk ass niggaz man | |
| Niggaz don' t know man | |
| I better let all their brainz blo nigga | |
| Man listen | |
| Chorus: | |
| Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let it begin let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Verse One: Rock, Ruck | |
| Aiyyo run for your gunz me and Dutch coming through | |
| Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue | |
| This be BuckTown around these grounds they don' t roam | |
| Cuz we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome | |
| Blown out the frame by the ROCK, Mr. Flipster | |
| Shit' s Heltah Skeltah, where' s the Inflixter | |
| Right by your side with my eyes on the posse | |
| I see Duke and Red he said he wanna drop me | |
| Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap skits | |
| Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel fuck him | |
| Two to his cheek cuz he weak so' s his jaw | |
| Nigga played the cell frontin like he hard to the core | |
| More I hear pussy talk more I wan flip | |
| See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip | |
| Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels | |
| Tool' s cocked it ain' t April 1st but I' m breakin fool | |
| When punk niggaz test Rock it' s like touchin live wire | |
| Catch a shock to your knot | |
| From a glock that I pop, you don' t want it with the Rock | |
| Better duck dumbfucks you' re out of luck | |
| You got caught by the Ruck | |
| First of all, niggaz don' t know jack, my flow' s fat | |
| So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my shit' s wack | |
| You don' t know I thought you knew it | |
| Too late bitch you blew it | |
| Now I' ma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis | |
| One, two, three four five | |
| Six seven eight niggaz' ll shit where' s my nine | |
| Mil I drill fine skills into your mental | |
| Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not | |
| You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker | |
| Might lose his life, cuz I' m trife in the night | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Verse Two: Ruck, Rock | |
| What' s the deal nigga? Set it off in the dark | |
| I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark | |
| The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked | |
| Keep it real my click roll thick like acidics | |
| Plus, I Be There like Jackson, breakin your backs and | |
| Askin, who want more, that' s when my fat spins | |
| So chump chill ' fore my pump kill | |
| You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill | |
| The lyrical whatevah, cuz whatevah is lyrical | |
| I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical | |
| Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps | |
| You yappin bout beef you' ll get clapped in the streets bitch | |
| This nigga Ruck is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz | |
| I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz | |
| So what?? Pussy bring it on | |
| Word is bond, Sean got songs that' s mad strong | |
| So bring it on | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Rock | |
| Man listen, another nigga bluffin | |
| Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffin | |
| You' re sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break | |
| Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache | |
| So take your monkey ass to the rear | |
| Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square | |
| Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle | |
| What Duke I lay more niggaz flat out on they back than a slug do | |
| Who knows what you, seem to be I didn' t gas you | |
| But you can keep it movin ' fore I beat your gassed ass | |
| You punk bastard, you could get the gat quick | |
| Or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the Chapstik | |
| Or a fat dick and that' s it | |
| Heltah Skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and that' s if we | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Outro: Rock | |
| Ahh, let the, madness begin | |
| Let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin, let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin | |
| Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin let the madness begin | |
| Let the madness begin to let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| We let the madness begin | |
| We let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Make way for the dreads and the pros | |
| Cuz we let the brainz blo | |
| Punkass... |
| zuò qǔ : Bush, Hendricks, Price | |
| Punk ass niggaz man | |
| Niggaz don' t know man | |
| I better let all their brainz blo nigga | |
| Man listen | |
| Chorus: | |
| Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let it begin let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Verse One: Rock, Ruck | |
| Aiyyo run for your gunz me and Dutch coming through | |
| Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue | |
| This be BuckTown around these grounds they don' t roam | |
| Cuz we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome | |
| Blown out the frame by the ROCK, Mr. Flipster | |
| Shit' s Heltah Skeltah, where' s the Inflixter | |
| Right by your side with my eyes on the posse | |
| I see Duke and Red he said he wanna drop me | |
| Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap skits | |
| Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel fuck him | |
| Two to his cheek cuz he weak so' s his jaw | |
| Nigga played the cell frontin like he hard to the core | |
| More I hear pussy talk more I wan flip | |
| See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip | |
| Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels | |
| Tool' s cocked it ain' t April 1st but I' m breakin fool | |
| When punk niggaz test Rock it' s like touchin live wire | |
| Catch a shock to your knot | |
| From a glock that I pop, you don' t want it with the Rock | |
| Better duck dumbfucks you' re out of luck | |
| You got caught by the Ruck | |
| First of all, niggaz don' t know jack, my flow' s fat | |
| So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my shit' s wack | |
| You don' t know I thought you knew it | |
| Too late bitch you blew it | |
| Now I' ma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis | |
| One, two, three four five | |
| Six seven eight niggaz' ll shit where' s my nine | |
| Mil I drill fine skills into your mental | |
| Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not | |
| You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker | |
| Might lose his life, cuz I' m trife in the night | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Verse Two: Ruck, Rock | |
| What' s the deal nigga? Set it off in the dark | |
| I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark | |
| The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked | |
| Keep it real my click roll thick like acidics | |
| Plus, I Be There like Jackson, breakin your backs and | |
| Askin, who want more, that' s when my fat spins | |
| So chump chill ' fore my pump kill | |
| You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill | |
| The lyrical whatevah, cuz whatevah is lyrical | |
| I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical | |
| Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps | |
| You yappin bout beef you' ll get clapped in the streets bitch | |
| This nigga Ruck is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz | |
| I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz | |
| So what?? Pussy bring it on | |
| Word is bond, Sean got songs that' s mad strong | |
| So bring it on | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Rock | |
| Man listen, another nigga bluffin | |
| Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffin | |
| You' re sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break | |
| Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache | |
| So take your monkey ass to the rear | |
| Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square | |
| Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle | |
| What Duke I lay more niggaz flat out on they back than a slug do | |
| Who knows what you, seem to be I didn' t gas you | |
| But you can keep it movin ' fore I beat your gassed ass | |
| You punk bastard, you could get the gat quick | |
| Or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the Chapstik | |
| Or a fat dick and that' s it | |
| Heltah Skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and that' s if we | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Outro: Rock | |
| Ahh, let the, madness begin | |
| Let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin, let it begin | |
| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin | |
| Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Let the madness begin let the madness begin | |
| Let the madness begin to let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| We let the madness begin | |
| We let the brainz blo if you grin | |
| Make way for the dreads and the pros | |
| Cuz we let the brainz blo | |
| Punkass... |
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