Song | Break Bread |
Artist | RZA |
Album | Digital Bullet |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Coles, Diggs, Shivers | |
Yo, yeah yeah, yo what?(Gotta spit on these bitches real quick) | |
Yea, Jammie | |
Sommers bring the thunder, what?(Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) | |
Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo | |
Yo save John | |
Bennett, trauma | |
John BellLace stay in my equality, mic oddessey | |
Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum | |
Nestle in the glass, | |
I was plunged | |
Double-edged tongue | |
Pearly handle, scroll | |
BrooklynWe bouncin', commercial keep lookin' | |
Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers | |
Make him surrender is car and legal tender | |
Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams | |
Because I study all true reality, sculpted by my | |
WallabeesStudy righteous | |
God Degree, yo | |
We break bread and deal with equality | |
Yo check it, my break and deal with this son | |
Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe | |
While Jammie splash you with the bottle of | |
GiorgioOr | |
Chanel's No. 5, dog bitch you can't survive | |
You buy and shoot some straw ride | |
Ya tried to glide on | |
B.O.B.B.Y. | |
Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter | |
Real niggaz wanna fuck her | |
Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' | |
Power-U, have you gaspin' for your oxygen | |
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star | |
GapsCowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat | |
You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all without pullin' down our clothes | |
While your nigga wish to lick | |
Jammie Sommers' toes | |
Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate | |
Or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape | |
Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash | |
Yo now, watch | |
Miss Sommers, shake that ass | |
Yo, you love the way my brother splash | |
Chain reaction keep you puzzled | |
Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle | |
Jammie S'll never kiss ass after | |
I close a deal | |
You best to believe this rap shit | |
I say is for real | |
A lot of y'all bitches be good earners with two out | |
Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin' | |
Profilin', wildin', | |
Jammie hung with the realty smilin' | |
Takin' shots at | |
Louie the thirteenth and tie you up | |
Bathed in | |
Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat | |
Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, | |
I got the body | |
And tutti fruiti, | |
I got the booty | |
I shake, my rump, all in ya face | |
Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace' | |
Cuz A is for apple and | |
J is for Jack | |
And most of y'all bitches | |
Ain't go no hair in the back | |
And ya tracks is wack |
zuo ci : Coles, Diggs, Shivers | |
Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? Gotta spit on these bitches real quick | |
Yea, Jammie | |
Sommers bring the thunder, what? Word up, doodoo stain bitches | |
Yo, yo, uhhuh, yo | |
Yo save John | |
Bennett, trauma | |
John BellLace stay in my equality, mic oddessey | |
Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum | |
Nestle in the glass, | |
I was plunged | |
Doubleedged tongue | |
Pearly handle, scroll | |
BrooklynWe bouncin', commercial keep lookin' | |
Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers | |
Make him surrender is car and legal tender | |
Sunshine on time, manifest all time ' tween beams | |
Because I study all true reality, sculpted by my | |
WallabeesStudy righteous | |
God Degree, yo | |
We break bread and deal with equality | |
Yo check it, my break and deal with this son | |
Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe | |
While Jammie splash you with the bottle of | |
GiorgioOr | |
Chanel' s No. 5, dog bitch you can' t survive | |
You buy and shoot some straw ride | |
Ya tried to glide on | |
B. O. B. B. Y. | |
Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter | |
Real niggaz wanna fuck her | |
Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' | |
PowerU, have you gaspin' for your oxygen | |
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star | |
GapsCowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat | |
You derelict hoes, we fuck y' all without pullin' down our clothes | |
While your nigga wish to lick | |
Jammie Sommers' toes | |
Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate | |
Or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape | |
Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash | |
Yo now, watch | |
Miss Sommers, shake that ass | |
Yo, you love the way my brother splash | |
Chain reaction keep you puzzled | |
Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle | |
Jammie S' ll never kiss ass after | |
I close a deal | |
You best to believe this rap shit | |
I say is for real | |
A lot of y' all bitches be good earners with two out | |
Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin' | |
Profilin', wildin', | |
Jammie hung with the realty smilin' | |
Takin' shots at | |
Louie the thirteenth and tie you up | |
Bathed in | |
Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat | |
Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, | |
I got the body | |
And tutti fruiti, | |
I got the booty | |
I shake, my rump, all in ya face | |
Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace' | |
Cuz A is for apple and | |
J is for Jack | |
And most of y' all bitches | |
Ain' t go no hair in the back | |
And ya tracks is wack |
zuò cí : Coles, Diggs, Shivers | |
Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? Gotta spit on these bitches real quick | |
Yea, Jammie | |
Sommers bring the thunder, what? Word up, doodoo stain bitches | |
Yo, yo, uhhuh, yo | |
Yo save John | |
Bennett, trauma | |
John BellLace stay in my equality, mic oddessey | |
Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum | |
Nestle in the glass, | |
I was plunged | |
Doubleedged tongue | |
Pearly handle, scroll | |
BrooklynWe bouncin', commercial keep lookin' | |
Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers | |
Make him surrender is car and legal tender | |
Sunshine on time, manifest all time ' tween beams | |
Because I study all true reality, sculpted by my | |
WallabeesStudy righteous | |
God Degree, yo | |
We break bread and deal with equality | |
Yo check it, my break and deal with this son | |
Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe | |
While Jammie splash you with the bottle of | |
GiorgioOr | |
Chanel' s No. 5, dog bitch you can' t survive | |
You buy and shoot some straw ride | |
Ya tried to glide on | |
B. O. B. B. Y. | |
Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter | |
Real niggaz wanna fuck her | |
Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' | |
PowerU, have you gaspin' for your oxygen | |
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star | |
GapsCowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat | |
You derelict hoes, we fuck y' all without pullin' down our clothes | |
While your nigga wish to lick | |
Jammie Sommers' toes | |
Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate | |
Or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape | |
Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash | |
Yo now, watch | |
Miss Sommers, shake that ass | |
Yo, you love the way my brother splash | |
Chain reaction keep you puzzled | |
Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle | |
Jammie S' ll never kiss ass after | |
I close a deal | |
You best to believe this rap shit | |
I say is for real | |
A lot of y' all bitches be good earners with two out | |
Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin' | |
Profilin', wildin', | |
Jammie hung with the realty smilin' | |
Takin' shots at | |
Louie the thirteenth and tie you up | |
Bathed in | |
Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat | |
Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, | |
I got the body | |
And tutti fruiti, | |
I got the booty | |
I shake, my rump, all in ya face | |
Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace' | |
Cuz A is for apple and | |
J is for Jack | |
And most of y' all bitches | |
Ain' t go no hair in the back | |
And ya tracks is wack |