Представляем точный текст композиции "Census Bureau" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста DJ Kayslay . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Census Bureau» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую DJ Kayslay передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
DJ Kayslay - "Census Bureau"
Lyrics to Census Bureau : (Featuring D12) [Intro: Kon Artis] Yeah, we straight from the census bureau Haha, Runyan Ave We lookin for yo momma D-12 - where yo momma at' Miko ' where yo momma at' Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo momma at' I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass Hey Em where yo momma at' (Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Yo.. [Kon Artis] You know me, Denaun the same ol nigga I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga See me and you are sorta like the same I guess We both rock mics but yours is into our chest You cant do nuttin to me, Runyan Aves unruly And truly this aint a movie, you get slapped with the tooly So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me' Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild Piggity-pow, nigga be out You dont really want war, Im chillin at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I cant be a punk, my daddy wasnt none I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know I keep it on the flo under the seat ' I aint a hoe! [Chorus: Kuniva (Kon Artis)] You know its been a while but we feelin it now (The rough sound muhfucker, niggaz killin it now) Goddamn! You dont want no problems B (Get your name in the obituary column sheet) Its that same ol shit, niggaz back again (Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again) Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin (Better duck cause they back bustin gats again) [Swifty] A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed Ill be makin all these niggaz wanna take a beam And put it right on my head You dont be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds Havin meetings to recite what I said Liable to have you in a medical room Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on "You fittin to die holmes!" {*explosion*} Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than I You would swear that Im a Gemini I kill a guy for nothin - eye to eye And I aint gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin Got a pump thatll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass You would think you in Death Rows office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*} (Hang a nigga!) Im ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits Survive and Im gettin up high without a flaw bitch! [Chorus] [Proof] Im a dog on the mic thatll brawl out with Christ Get to cappin at your captain til he fall outta life Im all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain Fool fuck this game, Im poppin at coach Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke I aint feelin nothin you wrote so Im stompin your throat Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks Im a uzi with arms and legs Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!) You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made Spittin the right game so yo ass can get laid the fuck down, I dont give a fuck now, whassup' Talkin bout "Clappin" - quit actin, you barely bust nuts Dont get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof And Ima kill every man that came with you [Bizarre] Yeah, yeah ' KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up' 44-mag and tear your whole door up Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers My dicks so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha) When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work Thats why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!) So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone I aint home, Im so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones [Chorus] [Kuniva] Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew thats born crazy A triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc') I stay sparkin, bitch I got a attitude I step on your shoes and wont say pardon - be cautious! Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be Wild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seat Nigga now you know its me, I got a .44 wit me Bitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry Homie you wanna be a G' Go toe-to-toe wit me It aint no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller Rob niggaz til my pockets look greener than Yoda And you know that Im the +Shady+ type, the crazy type Thats probably why promoters never pay me right We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again Im bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin school again [Chorus] [Outro: Bizarre] Yeah.. D-12. Devils Night.. part two.. The drama.. continues.. KaySlay.. hahahaha... [ Census Bureau Lyrics ]
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