Parvarim Refugees - פרברים רפיוג'יז - 20 lyrics

[בית 1: אלפרבר] 20 years in the mix, copping 20 licks 20 K's of that sh**, no seeds, no sticks b**hes talking dirty like they be on "Girl 6" Going on and on and on on how they love these dicks Some b**h grabbed my dick like it was a piece of candy That's exactly where my smacking hand came in handy sh** like that, it be happening to me daily Till the day I overdose and oversize like Layne Staley Rolling c-notes, because I ran out of papers With my balls on your chin, you be chocking on the vapors There's a knock on the door, mother f**ing מוקד Pull out my AK, start coughing some lead I looked down, and the b**h was choking on my "crem-de-la-crem" I realized that I never left the S.A.M n******gs that want you dead, they ain't never going to quit That's why I keep on representing solid שלב א sh** [בית 2: מקדדי ג'י] Every where I smoke, b**hes sniffing for my dope Thinking I'm an easy ride and yo, I know I got to choke On a n***a's neck, you want to see what I pack? No use ducking 'cus I'm straight ratatat… Every time I try to take a step upstream, you fools are cussing Cus you don't know what I mean but you know that I got it Cuz I make your b**hes scream Take it off, b**h, come on let me see you Work that cream We got the Buddha, baby, you got the phone If you want to we can f** you up all night long If you're going play rough, you ain't going to get stoned Can you dig it? …We got the Buddha, baby, you got the phone If you want to we can burn it up all night long Just give me the mic, give me the mic, give me the microphone. Give me mic, give me the microphone… [בית 3: גבי] Rasmically, them n******gs spotted on the plane, allegedly when we crashed into the twins. Your Murder Incorporated, I be the new boss. Hey I'm in charge of this co*k. Pity On you, now kneel & blow on my co*k girly… you is the hostage, fe I equals d**h, if you don't play by the rules. I was the s**er for the punch back in school, now I is the leader of it all, final call down to apocalypse 1,2 like the Wu, P.R crew put them head-belts on you, hey this is my ride. Yo, bigidi Bin-Laden step aside, now available on video, examples of what happens when two worlds collide, shove up fifty gallons of suburban pride. This be more dangerous than what you thought fool, P.R. up in the mother f**er… what?! [מקדדי ג'י] Throw your hands up because I know you feel this Everybody wants a piece of Perlman's קסס He be the one with the ganja, he be the one with the sh** Roll it up, burn it up, come let me have a taste