Songtext von NaNa

Introducin' Chance the Ruthless Trip 'shrooms and lucy Dreams is lucid Loosely based on music Swallow my mucus Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus Deuces Douches. deuce deuce I'll shoot ya (BANG) Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit They use of illusion could confuse Confuscius Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy Last week suspended Last night kissed Va$htie Parleyed with Ashley Always in the hallway, so I never been classy (Ha ha ha) Shut up Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na (Igh, igh, igh, igh!) Acid acid, get it? Acid Melts through plastic, I spit fired Pad my palette, talkin' paper If this was work, I'd get higher-ed Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack Lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a shell From peelin' banana split backs Give me my Kit-Kat Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch? Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin, you know what I mean Hit me back when that mean shit Introducin', It's Bronsonlino With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino 3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino Lettin' trees blow, oh I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper) I splash summer like a fast brother With a number on his back, ain't no fumblin', in fact, I'm - Back, acid in my hat Shoot then pass the gat, it's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag My new shorty got a gymnastic back 87 that move green on a classic jag She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad She had the club foot, with that little arm I couldn't help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on Suck my motherfucking dick, it's the young Randy Velarde Queens, baby Blow me