Bleach (Jimi remix)

Bleach (Jimi remix) Lyrics

Song Bleach (Jimi remix)
Artist DJ Green Lantern
Artist Fort Minor
Album We Major
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Hey Joe, a-were you goin' with that gun in your hand?
)
Tony:
Yeah?
Chris:
It's me.
Tony:
Called you half-a-******' hour ago.
Chris:
Yea, Adriana put my keys where I couldn't find 'em.
Tony:
Go to the drug store, get two pairs of surgical gloves, some bleach, come to our friend's house - the contractor.
Yo, swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air
Spitting on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What's up stupid? Shoot this
1-5-1 in the shot glass, hot flash
Banging on the drum, huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases
We outrageous, name the streets gave us
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers
I let them all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber
Thumbs up, another banger
Untuck the flamer, dumb ******
It's like getting hit with a dump truck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff
Get you cracked up like *******, heat 'em up
OK, I'll let a sucka's fly once
Face down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch
Uh, malpractice - a bang-all jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, **** back the cannon
What's up partna, I got ya (what, what)
Hope that spoken gunshots crack the piñata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang, ma*******n'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress
Stop, you ain't got access, watch
I'mma change my asset, Ryu and Tak
You little *******s in the game, you can suck my ****
Lay flat on the ground don't make a peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach
Get the bleach
Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who's rockin every club, that's me
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.O.B.
got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not
Who got next up, Ryu and Tak
Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sand with a Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gu*******ng, relish and pink mustard, huh
I'mma slam till I tear it to bits, 'til the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game, you feeling grilled like P.F. Changs
Hopscotch on the corpse 'til I drop the torch
And burn crews for their views that would rock with force
Saying, don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, **** back the cannon
What's up y'all, we don't stall, come one, come all
'Til we drop the ball like
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Yeah
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Yo, yo. *******noda, *******noda from the South Dakota, it's Big Ghost right here, you know what I mean? With the baking soda and the... This, this... yo, that... We finished off that joint for, um, you and Lupe, you know what I mean? So yo, um, hit me back, G. So I can understand your rap, you know what I mean? You got me, got me, like, kinda twisted over this. I want you to try to explain it, alright? One.
)
Hey Joe, awere you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Tony:
Yeah?
Chris:
It' s me.
Tony:
Called you halfa' hour ago.
Chris:
Yea, Adriana put my keys where I couldn' t find ' em.
Tony:
Go to the drug store, get two pairs of surgical gloves, some bleach, come to our friend' s house the contractor.
Yo, swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air
Spitting on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What' s up stupid? Shoot this
151 in the shot glass, hot flash
Banging on the drum, huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing Pelican Briefcases
We outrageous, name the streets gave us
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers
I let them all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber
Thumbs up, another banger
Untuck the flamer, dumb
It' s like getting hit with a dump truck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff
Get you cracked up like , heat ' em up
OK, I' ll let a sucka' s fly once
Face down, found him in his Cap' n Crunch
Uh, malpractice a bangall jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh
Don' t stop the sureshot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, back the cannon
What' s up partna, I got ya what, what
Hope that spoken gunshots crack the pi ata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang, ma n'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a bloodstained mattress
Stop, you ain' t got access, watch
I' mma change my asset, Ryu and Tak
You little s in the game, you can suck my
Lay flat on the ground don' t make a peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach
Get the bleach
Guess who' s got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who' s rockin every club, that' s me
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S. O. B.
got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not
Who got next up, Ryu and Tak
Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sand with a Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gu ng, relish and pink mustard, huh
I' mma slam till I tear it to bits, ' til the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game, you feeling grilled like P. F. Changs
Hopscotch on the corpse ' til I drop the torch
And burn crews for their views that would rock with force
Saying, don' t stop the sureshot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, back the cannon
What' s up y' all, we don' t stall, come one, come all
' Til we drop the ball like
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Yeah
Yo, yo. noda, noda from the South Dakota, it' s Big Ghost right here, you know what I mean? With the baking soda and the... This, this... yo, that... We finished off that joint for, um, you and Lupe, you know what I mean? So yo, um, hit me back, G. So I can understand your rap, you know what I mean? You got me, got me, like, kinda twisted over this. I want you to try to explain it, alright? One.
Hey Joe, awere you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Tony:
Yeah?
Chris:
It' s me.
Tony:
Called you halfa' hour ago.
Chris:
Yea, Adriana put my keys where I couldn' t find ' em.
Tony:
Go to the drug store, get two pairs of surgical gloves, some bleach, come to our friend' s house the contractor.
Yo, swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air
Spitting on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What' s up stupid? Shoot this
151 in the shot glass, hot flash
Banging on the drum, huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing Pelican Briefcases
We outrageous, name the streets gave us
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers
I let them all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber
Thumbs up, another banger
Untuck the flamer, dumb
It' s like getting hit with a dump truck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff
Get you cracked up like , heat ' em up
OK, I' ll let a sucka' s fly once
Face down, found him in his Cap' n Crunch
Uh, malpractice a bangall jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh
Don' t stop the sureshot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, back the cannon
What' s up partna, I got ya what, what
Hope that spoken gunshots crack the pi ata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang, ma n'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a bloodstained mattress
Stop, you ain' t got access, watch
I' mma change my asset, Ryu and Tak
You little s in the game, you can suck my
Lay flat on the ground don' t make a peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach
Get the bleach
Guess who' s got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who' s rockin every club, that' s me
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S. O. B.
got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not
Who got next up, Ryu and Tak
Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sand with a Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gu ng, relish and pink mustard, huh
I' mma slam till I tear it to bits, ' til the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game, you feeling grilled like P. F. Changs
Hopscotch on the corpse ' til I drop the torch
And burn crews for their views that would rock with force
Saying, don' t stop the sureshot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, back the cannon
What' s up y' all, we don' t stall, come one, come all
' Til we drop the ball like
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Get the bleach
Yeah
Yo, yo. noda, noda from the South Dakota, it' s Big Ghost right here, you know what I mean? With the baking soda and the... This, this... yo, that... We finished off that joint for, um, you and Lupe, you know what I mean? So yo, um, hit me back, G. So I can understand your rap, you know what I mean? You got me, got me, like, kinda twisted over this. I want you to try to explain it, alright? One.
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