Текст песни DMX — Pump Ya Fist

Uh, ha, ha

Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon

You're rockin' with the
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang, diggie, diggie
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang, diggie, diggie
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang, diggie, diggie
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang, diggie, diggie

Check it, I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what them niggaz call me, 'cuz they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my motherfuckin' balls, G

I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
A blood bath went I let the fuckin' raps hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook, taking out over a dirty look

I bag niggaz but niggaz that try and shot dead
You're only takin' a fuckin' thing from me with hot led
You know my style fagot, 'cuz I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggaz holdin' a sink screamin'

Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and a lot mo' grease
All I gets is that, 'cuz niggaz want none of this
Back streets are like track meets 'cuz I'll be runnin' this

Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon

I got a ball type of ill flow that still go for days
Don't you know I could kill yo' ass in many ways
Watch you die slow like as much as you blink
Leave you in yo' crib till the neighbors know this'll stink

You's a blood link inc, write my name on the wall
Dog men X, def till the ball
Jump niggaz call, beggin' for their life
And I just fucked that bitch that you call your wife

She life in strife and that's just how I want ?em
In this fuckin' me see my man get upon ?em
That's why I creep 'em, lay ?em, slide
Takin' mad motherfuckin' holes on the ride

Like the skin fly, like the Ferrari merkin', urchin
Blast your ass 'cuz, you're jerkin'
My dick my reck, most buss the teck
I'll fuck in yo' back, blast through your neck

Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon

The way that I'll be flippin' niggaz can't understand
Niggaz be like, ?Dog, I thought I was your man??
You shouldn't have thought and that's what you get for thinkin'
Think because I'm near you I wouldn't get you niggaz stinkin'

I'm the only all spring of a bad beam
Motivated by mad greed, I make the pad bleed
A bad seed from a rotten apple
Preacher talk shit get popped in the chapel

Flavour like Snapple, you can all get some
'Cuz it's all good in that hood that I'm from
I be the nigga dumb, and do ?em real dirty
Me and my peeps, oh my peeps is 7.30

Out to lunch for ever, won't be back
Don't know how to act, so we attack in the back
Mutherfucker, that's how that do
That's how that do, that's how that do baby

Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon

Go, go, go, yeah

← Вернуться к списку текстов и переводов