Текст песни
Loosen it up, the door to the rap game. Open it up, my live wire fam name. Livin' it up, just speaks louder than words we Just do it, do it, do it, do it. Loosen it up, the door to the rap game. Open it up, my live wire fam name. Livin' it up, just speaks louder than words we Just do it, do it, do it. Enter the war zone, nigga, your balls so big. Watch the kid square up against whoever it is Opposing the squad. Y'all don't rap right, watering down the game like The holes in the yard. Y'all don't act right, lose your life to Marl. I came to rock and talk trash, bring you Closer to God. Like the reaper death, Rebirth of the villain. Most of it's guerilla music make you reach for The ceiling. React to it, look how I do It. The city's wicked, fluid when I rap, I drop a newer to it. For the rap world, the world of raps on My index fingertip doing a constant twirl. Jamal's the raw dog, force-feeding you food for Thought in rhyme form, arithmetic pattern. Off the block in the rap game attitude of A raging bull with intentions of running through You. What you think? I ain't the cat to blaze one, E make It hot for fun. What you think? I ain't the type to pack guns, you must Be crazy, son. What you think? That I'm broke with no funds? Y'all can't count my ones. What you think? If there's beef, I'll run. Never that, what you think this is? I'm into clapping it up, golf hat in the Cut. Young guy that's dancing the gangster strut. I'm looking at these sucka ass niggas like, "What You want from Marley Jen, cuck?" I let the flames fly to homie Stampede on Planet Boy, heat spread like disease. Shells spread like disease, pesticides, Vest denied. Ships the wind spam from chest to Thighs. Most of these soft ass donut niggas hide The pistol, ask scared to ride, prepare to die. Looked down and feared the ground, looked up and Feared the sky. Stepped up just to get tossed, Switched 'em like bottle caps. Nigga, when the heat'll clack. But most of these sucka niggas don't wanna see Me hit them switches or all you punk bitches Front to back, yeah. What you think? I ain't the cat to blaze One, E make it hot for fun. What you think? I ain't the type to pack Guns, you must be crazy, son. What you think? That I'm broke with no funds? Y'all can't count my ones. What you think? If there's beef, I'll run. Never that, what you think this is? Come on. Loosen it up, the door to the Rap game. Open it up, my live wire fam Name. Livin' it up, just speaks louder than words We just do it, do it, do it, do It. Loosen it up, the door to the rap Game. Open it up, my live wire fam name. Livin' it just speaks louder than words we just Do it, do They can't stop me now. I look at all of y'all rappers, some type Always sucks. It's one-third of y'all cool, the Others will get tucked. Something crucial how I do you, but not knowing Marl's vocal liable to send you home with a Broke nose. Get scraped off like the black off A burnt toast. I burn toast, shots echo from Loud metal. I'm more than just a person with No purpose. I'm here to serve this, level with The earthlings. We can all play hard ass, let slugs fly. But I'd rather spit cash than die. Mix the blunt with the fine by hashing the Ties. Get high and don't front or kiss that Ass goodbye. God bless the new generation. Ready to start the process of elimination. Eliminating, assassinating the characteristics in These unrealistic kids and this with an image. What you think? I ain't the cat to blaze One, E make it hot for fun. What you think? I ain't the type to pack guns, you must Be crazy, son. What you think? That I'm broke with no funds? Y'all can't count my ones. What you think? If there's beef, I'll run. Never that, what you think this is? Come on. Loosen it up, the door to the Rap game. Open it up, my live wire fam Name. Livin' it up, just speaks louder than words We just do it, do it, do it, do It. Loosen it up, the door to the rap Game. Open it up, my live wire fam name. Livin' it up, speaks louder than words we just Do it, do it. They can't stop me now. Open it up. Livin' it up. Do it, do it. Haha.
Jamal, Kurupt — Loosin' It Up prod. Erick Sermon
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