You gonna hit some weed up in the motherfucker? DJ Bobby B, D-Loc Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass I, I need to rip another vapor blast Why do all these people keep on talkin' trash? 'Cuz, 'cuz you know that we was built to last The Adventures of Shaky Bonez, the Intruder A.k.a. D-Loc, Mr. Ginseu Master The Budda Blasta, it's all good Operatin' in my green room, cuttin' up my words You betta make way, I've been know to blow the spot Mr. Ginseu Master an' Bobby Suenam We form like Voltron, connected by the feet So there's room to reach, we transform the beat With the ill techniques, needles stick like gum Bobby on the two an' shaky on the one Here comes the Suenamy brothas, duck, fuck, run Grab your shields an' put them up, this ain't for fun Table combat, son, you betta blow the spot When I penetrate it's deep, you know I smoke my pot Everyday I stay ripped, they call me D L to the C Don't eva get it twisted, ya na mean Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass I, I need to rip another vapor blast Why do all these people keep on talkin' trash? 'Cuz, 'cuz you know that we was built to last An' you know this, I got some herb in my pocket A caddie an' a truck, a phat chain wallet A dirt bike, mini bike an' a go-cart A skateboard, shot gun an' a snowboard My white board because winter just passed Summer's comin' up, river runs with the hash Me an' all my dogs, drinkin' beers, tokin' buds Workin' on our trucks right under the sun An' when the water cold, we sit an' get stoned Hollerin' at the hunny's, talkin' shit from Crow's boat An' if you don't know, I don't really fuckin' care Like, listen to a drunk when he's yappin' in my ear Talkin' this, talkin' that, you not makin' no sense Like smokin' crack by a fence or bud when it's dense Don't ever get it twisted, let me tell you again The call me L O C, sucka see ya, say Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass I, I need to rip another vapor blast Why do all these people keep on talkin' trash? 'Cuz, 'cuz you know that we was built to last I be the kid with my pants straight sagged to my knees Got my Vans on my feet, smoke a ounce a week Writin' rhymes to beats, intertwinin' with timin' Rhymin' patters are scatterin', I'm as high as the Heavens Farmer are cattle, eatin' Valiums an' tatilen On the side of a mountain, choppin' trees down for cabins On the search for medallions, I about to burn like dragons Now they live in your [Incomprehensible], how could you imagine? Back in the day, I was a pest in the classroom With a attitude, babblin', on the desk, I was taggin' While the teacher was talkin', half the time I was nappin' 'Sides the fact, I was slackin', didn't care if I was passin' Relaxin' an' laughin', stealin' pencils an' [Incomprehensible] Children for magazine, memories of causalities People, now gather, me, I'm the D L O C An' I'll I do is smoke weed, son of a bitch Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass I, I need to rip another vapor blast Why do all these people keep on talkin' trash? 'Cuz, 'cuz you know that we was built to last © SONGS OF MEDIA CREATURE; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com