Carl "Butch" Small - Blunt Time lyrics

DEAD! [Intro: Dialogue] (Blunt time-pull out your philly) Ha ha,mighty Aftermath (Sip a gla** of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest, DEAD! In me ear Dre.You hear me now? DEAD! (Blunt time-pull out your philly) (Sip a gla** of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) [Verse 1: RBX] Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving in, but that was on-ly mine They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng Knick-knack, paddy wack give a dog a bone Long Beach City I wreck is my zone I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone You drew first blood, musta thought you was the lone Fool now break for ya tool Studio Rambo, catch ambush I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest you Gump Long Beach City-firmly represented Narrator X is representor Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor Freeze MC's, don't ent-or I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or Or since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphor The metaphors are meltin', style is beltin' I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin' [Chorus] Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a gla** of 'gnac, reload your nine milli Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' Dimes keep on flippin' flippin' REPEAT [Verse 2: RBX] Dre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat X flex lyric they can't combat Fat as a elephant, elegant and eloquent no sh** I boots hits, throw tantrums like Ella Fitz Nah the member X but you'll remember X indeedy Now remember don't contest the flex Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss I burn you like Backdrafter After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter Similar to this: HA. What's the repertoire-kick deadly wit' lyrics Shot your punk a** like ELEC now it's [Chorus] [Verse 3: RBX] Mighty Aftermath! Once again. Can't hold us back Refuse, refuse (DEAD!) You lose (DEAD!) DEAD! (Indeed) Attempts will be futile, it's way to brutal Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X, tellin' anyone who contest The mighty Aftermath Posse (Who? Who?) DEAD! (Murder!) Exclamation point! (Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) (Blunt time)Ha (Blunt tiiiime) Mighty Aftermath the 9-7 (Sip a gla** of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend) (Roowl, IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more, no no, oooh!) (Blunt time, blunt time, blunt blunt, yep!)