Hum Drum - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Hum Drum - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Terror Squad |
| Artist | Armageddon |
| Artist | Prospect |
| Artist | Remy |
| Album | True Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Crème, Eaddy, Godley, Lyon ... | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy 'bout | |
| Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titty out | |
| Yea, I spit it out quick to put a nigga out | |
| The bullets larged in doctors can't get 'em out | |
| You gets no love, to me y'all dead bugs | |
| My records don't sell then I'ma sell drugs | |
| From O's to whole P's, grams to whole keys | |
| No joke, I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed | |
| Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd | |
| For three hundred and fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed | |
| You really don't know me and thats the fun part | |
| See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart | |
| An' you are literate, you can't even read the tele prompta | |
| I got niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter | |
| You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz | |
| You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire | |
| And you can mix it with your blood if your tryin' a get higher | |
| Another angel in a thug's body scarred and tired | |
| Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased | |
| Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united | |
| The way I walk, it's a challenge just to balance on wires | |
| My old connect put me on said he robbed the supplier | |
| So I pieced him out with pity 'coz his ass was on fire | |
| What goes around comes around holmes I ain't lyin' | |
| That's why the scars on my face 'coz bad karma and violence | |
| Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence | |
| To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice | |
| I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars | |
| Some nights I meditate hopin' bring me closer to God | |
| Tryin' to regulate my time between the Earth and the stars | |
| Get my health back to determine when I curlin' them bars | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| Yo this the upcoming success definition of prospect | |
| Put ya money on me, you get recognition and profits | |
| On any condition I drops it on a mission no listen to gossip | |
| Whether splittin' imposta's sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya | |
| We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta | |
| Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like the Robsters | |
| After that go to city, Allen and get the lobsters | |
| Now can I get a witness lemme show y'all my visions | |
| Never had a job but still takin' all my business | |
| No G.E.D only the promo what's my lyrics | |
| I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance | |
| And rap so I keep my dough stacks don't me go back | |
| And clap, clap at yo do' Matt like nigga hold that | |
| There's no feelings I'm feelin' 'cause when I'm feelin' I'm killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip they killin' the villan what | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round |
| zuo qu : Cre me, Eaddy, Godley, Lyon ... | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy ' bout | |
| Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet' s titty out | |
| Yea, I spit it out quick to put a nigga out | |
| The bullets larged in doctors can' t get ' em out | |
| You gets no love, to me y' all dead bugs | |
| My records don' t sell then I' ma sell drugs | |
| From O' s to whole P' s, grams to whole keys | |
| No joke, I got coke that' ll make ya nose bleed | |
| Dope so pote and my fiends done OD' d | |
| For three hundred and fifty a pop I' ll sell you a dro seed | |
| You really don' t know me and thats the fun part | |
| See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart | |
| An' you are literate, you can' t even read the tele prompta | |
| I got niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter | |
| You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz | |
| You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire | |
| And you can mix it with your blood if your tryin' a get higher | |
| Another angel in a thug' s body scarred and tired | |
| Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased | |
| Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united | |
| The way I walk, it' s a challenge just to balance on wires | |
| My old connect put me on said he robbed the supplier | |
| So I pieced him out with pity ' coz his ass was on fire | |
| What goes around comes around holmes I ain' t lyin' | |
| That' s why the scars on my face ' coz bad karma and violence | |
| Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence | |
| To give my nerves a little break before it' s back to the malice | |
| I' d like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars | |
| Some nights I meditate hopin' bring me closer to God | |
| Tryin' to regulate my time between the Earth and the stars | |
| Get my health back to determine when I curlin' them bars | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| Yo this the upcoming success definition of prospect | |
| Put ya money on me, you get recognition and profits | |
| On any condition I drops it on a mission no listen to gossip | |
| Whether splittin' imposta' s sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya | |
| We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta | |
| Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like the Robsters | |
| After that go to city, Allen and get the lobsters | |
| Now can I get a witness lemme show y' all my visions | |
| Never had a job but still takin' all my business | |
| No G. E. D only the promo what' s my lyrics | |
| I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance | |
| And rap so I keep my dough stacks don' t me go back | |
| And clap, clap at yo do' Matt like nigga hold that | |
| There' s no feelings I' m feelin' ' cause when I' m feelin' I' m killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip they killin' the villan what | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round |
| zuò qǔ : Crè me, Eaddy, Godley, Lyon ... | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy ' bout | |
| Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet' s titty out | |
| Yea, I spit it out quick to put a nigga out | |
| The bullets larged in doctors can' t get ' em out | |
| You gets no love, to me y' all dead bugs | |
| My records don' t sell then I' ma sell drugs | |
| From O' s to whole P' s, grams to whole keys | |
| No joke, I got coke that' ll make ya nose bleed | |
| Dope so pote and my fiends done OD' d | |
| For three hundred and fifty a pop I' ll sell you a dro seed | |
| You really don' t know me and thats the fun part | |
| See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart | |
| An' you are literate, you can' t even read the tele prompta | |
| I got niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter | |
| You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz | |
| You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire | |
| And you can mix it with your blood if your tryin' a get higher | |
| Another angel in a thug' s body scarred and tired | |
| Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased | |
| Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united | |
| The way I walk, it' s a challenge just to balance on wires | |
| My old connect put me on said he robbed the supplier | |
| So I pieced him out with pity ' coz his ass was on fire | |
| What goes around comes around holmes I ain' t lyin' | |
| That' s why the scars on my face ' coz bad karma and violence | |
| Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence | |
| To give my nerves a little break before it' s back to the malice | |
| I' d like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars | |
| Some nights I meditate hopin' bring me closer to God | |
| Tryin' to regulate my time between the Earth and the stars | |
| Get my health back to determine when I curlin' them bars | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| Yo this the upcoming success definition of prospect | |
| Put ya money on me, you get recognition and profits | |
| On any condition I drops it on a mission no listen to gossip | |
| Whether splittin' imposta' s sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya | |
| We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta | |
| Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like the Robsters | |
| After that go to city, Allen and get the lobsters | |
| Now can I get a witness lemme show y' all my visions | |
| Never had a job but still takin' all my business | |
| No G. E. D only the promo what' s my lyrics | |
| I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance | |
| And rap so I keep my dough stacks don' t me go back | |
| And clap, clap at yo do' Matt like nigga hold that | |
| There' s no feelings I' m feelin' ' cause when I' m feelin' I' m killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip they killin' the villan what | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| The paint is peelin' | |
| Now | |
| An' when the chips are down | |
| Down | |
| You gotta lose all feelin' | |
| Now | |
| Your head goes round and round |
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