Promote Violins Lyrics
| Song | Promote Violins |
| Artist | Tha Alkaholiks |
| Album | X.O. Experience |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brooks, Brown, Robinson, Smith | |
| (feat. Kurupt Young Gotti) | |
| [Kurupt Young Gotti] | |
| Ever since I was young I wanted to be | |
| Somethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh... | |
| [J-Ro] We promote violins! | |
| [Y.G.] Yeah - check me out | |
| [J-Ro] We promote violins! | |
| [Y.G.] E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro[?] | |
| [Y.G.] Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth.. | |
| (Let's go, Kurupt..) | |
| [Kurupt] | |
| May I laugh [?] to yourself, shells | |
| Before honor and war I just can't tell | |
| I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off | |
| The art of warfare in here violence is off (ha) | |
| Po-po's gone, periscopes on | |
| Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone | |
| And show her that war is war, fours and forty-fours | |
| Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards | |
| Head up the concourse, like [?] in concourse | |
| Scissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda Accords | |
| I'm perfect with every note, 'til the periscope's on | |
| Play like the accordian perfect with every chord | |
| We combine, mental body and soul's Columbine | |
| Hope floats like public streams, ravines | |
| Harm forces that bear armed forces | |
| Puttin body parts all over walls and public signs | |
| Anxious as Ginuwine | |
| Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier | |
| Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba | |
| Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tuba | |
| Dead in the head shells shed red October | |
| Shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only | |
| I'm with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like | |
| Bitch - get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs | |
| Crank, crystalized coke in lines | |
| I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin) | |
| I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin) | |
| I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin) | |
| [J-Ro] | |
| You the only one walkin around with a hot stolen gun | |
| Thinkin you Napolean and dream of holdin some | |
| While I'm rollin one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal | |
| Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin ate up by the seagulls | |
| Now you out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin | |
| In the cold sneezin | |
| While I'm takin pictures cheesin at the Likwid meetin eatin | |
| And we all got heat that be repeatin for you knee-gaz | |
| We trippin sippin on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst | |
| Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first | |
| I need a NURSE (why J?) before my head burst | |
| From divin headfirst into your local networks | |
| Some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious | |
| Some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes | |
| I hope that, MC'sll get a lot of G's per rap | |
| Cause while the microphones are on, the place I'll spit my words at | |
| If I was in the ring with four men, they'd have to get more men | |
| With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin | |
| King Tee and Tha Liks, and Kurupt fuck it up like | |
| BITCH, get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons | |
| Bitches, rats, sluts with big butts | |
| I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) | |
| I don't give a fuck (I don't give a MOTHERfuck) | |
| [Tash] | |
| (There it is.. there it goes..) | |
| So while the clock be tock tickin Tha Liks be hop hippin | |
| Straight drop-kickin victims 'til they egos stop trippin | |
| Bitchin while my set is on set to set it off | |
| While they set to set-trippin but still can't get it off | |
| This section sectioned off for the fly hoes and Alkies | |
| Y'all niggaz know the rules you can't pop bottles without me | |
| It's Likwid, and all my niggaz is Don Kings | |
| Gettin drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs | |
| Cause ain't nuttin changed but the size of the bottles | |
| We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass wobble | |
| So look but don't touch cause everybody know the facts is | |
| Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks with actors | |
| Still with Tha Liks, alcoholed it up like | |
| BITCH, get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got juice, gin, Mo' (Cris) Hen | |
| Walkin in the mall with thirty thousand to spend | |
| So fuck y'all (we, don't, give, a) | |
| [Kurupt] | |
| I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) | |
| I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) | |
| I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) | |
| I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) | |
| I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) | |
| I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) | |
| I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) | |
| I don't give a fuck |
| zuo qu : Brooks, Brown, Robinson, Smith | |
| feat. Kurupt Young Gotti | |
| Kurupt Young Gotti | |
| Ever since I was young I wanted to be | |
| Somethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh... | |
| JRo We promote violins! | |
| Y. G. Yeah check me out | |
| JRo We promote violins! | |
| Y. G. ESwiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro? | |
| Y. G. Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth.. | |
| Let' s go, Kurupt.. | |
| Kurupt | |
| May I laugh ? to yourself, shells | |
| Before honor and war I just can' t tell | |
| I can' t fake these soliloquies, silencers off | |
| The art of warfare in here violence is off ha | |
| Popo' s gone, periscopes on | |
| Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone | |
| And show her that war is war, fours and fortyfours | |
| Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards | |
| Head up the concourse, like ? in concourse | |
| Scissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda Accords | |
| I' m perfect with every note, ' til the periscope' s on | |
| Play like the accordian perfect with every chord | |
| We combine, mental body and soul' s Columbine | |
| Hope floats like public streams, ravines | |
| Harm forces that bear armed forces | |
| Puttin body parts all over walls and public signs | |
| Anxious as Ginuwine | |
| Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier | |
| Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba | |
| Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tuba | |
| Dead in the head shells shed red October | |
| Shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only | |
| I' m with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like | |
| Bitch get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs | |
| Crank, crystalized coke in lines | |
| I don' t give a fuck we don' t give a fuck about nuttin | |
| I don' t give a fuck we don' t give a fuck about nuttin | |
| I don' t give a fuck we don' t give a fuck about nuttin | |
| JRo | |
| You the only one walkin around with a hot stolen gun | |
| Thinkin you Napolean and dream of holdin some | |
| While I' m rollin one it' s like a medieval upheaval, the regal | |
| Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin ate up by the seagulls | |
| Now you out for the season, JRo is the reason you freezin | |
| In the cold sneezin | |
| While I' m takin pictures cheesin at the Likwid meetin eatin | |
| And we all got heat that be repeatin for you kneegaz | |
| We trippin sippin on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst | |
| Every time I kick a verse you wish you' d thought of it first | |
| I need a NURSE why J? before my head burst | |
| From divin headfirst into your local networks | |
| Some people think hiphop is so obnoxious | |
| Some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes | |
| I hope that, MC' sll get a lot of G' s per rap | |
| Cause while the microphones are on, the place I' ll spit my words at | |
| If I was in the ring with four men, they' d have to get more men | |
| With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin | |
| King Tee and Tha Liks, and Kurupt fuck it up like | |
| BITCH, get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons | |
| Bitches, rats, sluts with big butts | |
| I don' t give a fuck I don' t give a fuck | |
| I don' t give a fuck I don' t give a MOTHERfuck | |
| Tash | |
| There it is.. there it goes.. | |
| So while the clock be tock tickin Tha Liks be hop hippin | |
| Straight dropkickin victims ' til they egos stop trippin | |
| Bitchin while my set is on set to set it off | |
| While they set to settrippin but still can' t get it off | |
| This section sectioned off for the fly hoes and Alkies | |
| Y' all niggaz know the rules you can' t pop bottles without me | |
| It' s Likwid, and all my niggaz is Don Kings | |
| Gettin drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs | |
| Cause ain' t nuttin changed but the size of the bottles | |
| We still rock the shows with a Rolloass wobble | |
| So look but don' t touch cause everybody know the facts is | |
| Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks with actors | |
| Still with Tha Liks, alcoholed it up like | |
| BITCH, get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got juice, gin, Mo' Cris Hen | |
| Walkin in the mall with thirty thousand to spend | |
| So fuck y' all we, don' t, give, a | |
| Kurupt | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck |
| zuò qǔ : Brooks, Brown, Robinson, Smith | |
| feat. Kurupt Young Gotti | |
| Kurupt Young Gotti | |
| Ever since I was young I wanted to be | |
| Somethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh... | |
| JRo We promote violins! | |
| Y. G. Yeah check me out | |
| JRo We promote violins! | |
| Y. G. ESwiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro? | |
| Y. G. Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth.. | |
| Let' s go, Kurupt.. | |
| Kurupt | |
| May I laugh ? to yourself, shells | |
| Before honor and war I just can' t tell | |
| I can' t fake these soliloquies, silencers off | |
| The art of warfare in here violence is off ha | |
| Popo' s gone, periscopes on | |
| Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone | |
| And show her that war is war, fours and fortyfours | |
| Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards | |
| Head up the concourse, like ? in concourse | |
| Scissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda Accords | |
| I' m perfect with every note, ' til the periscope' s on | |
| Play like the accordian perfect with every chord | |
| We combine, mental body and soul' s Columbine | |
| Hope floats like public streams, ravines | |
| Harm forces that bear armed forces | |
| Puttin body parts all over walls and public signs | |
| Anxious as Ginuwine | |
| Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier | |
| Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba | |
| Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tuba | |
| Dead in the head shells shed red October | |
| Shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only | |
| I' m with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like | |
| Bitch get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs | |
| Crank, crystalized coke in lines | |
| I don' t give a fuck we don' t give a fuck about nuttin | |
| I don' t give a fuck we don' t give a fuck about nuttin | |
| I don' t give a fuck we don' t give a fuck about nuttin | |
| JRo | |
| You the only one walkin around with a hot stolen gun | |
| Thinkin you Napolean and dream of holdin some | |
| While I' m rollin one it' s like a medieval upheaval, the regal | |
| Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin ate up by the seagulls | |
| Now you out for the season, JRo is the reason you freezin | |
| In the cold sneezin | |
| While I' m takin pictures cheesin at the Likwid meetin eatin | |
| And we all got heat that be repeatin for you kneegaz | |
| We trippin sippin on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst | |
| Every time I kick a verse you wish you' d thought of it first | |
| I need a NURSE why J? before my head burst | |
| From divin headfirst into your local networks | |
| Some people think hiphop is so obnoxious | |
| Some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes | |
| I hope that, MC' sll get a lot of G' s per rap | |
| Cause while the microphones are on, the place I' ll spit my words at | |
| If I was in the ring with four men, they' d have to get more men | |
| With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin | |
| King Tee and Tha Liks, and Kurupt fuck it up like | |
| BITCH, get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons | |
| Bitches, rats, sluts with big butts | |
| I don' t give a fuck I don' t give a fuck | |
| I don' t give a fuck I don' t give a MOTHERfuck | |
| Tash | |
| There it is.. there it goes.. | |
| So while the clock be tock tickin Tha Liks be hop hippin | |
| Straight dropkickin victims ' til they egos stop trippin | |
| Bitchin while my set is on set to set it off | |
| While they set to settrippin but still can' t get it off | |
| This section sectioned off for the fly hoes and Alkies | |
| Y' all niggaz know the rules you can' t pop bottles without me | |
| It' s Likwid, and all my niggaz is Don Kings | |
| Gettin drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs | |
| Cause ain' t nuttin changed but the size of the bottles | |
| We still rock the shows with a Rolloass wobble | |
| So look but don' t touch cause everybody know the facts is | |
| Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks with actors | |
| Still with Tha Liks, alcoholed it up like | |
| BITCH, get the fuck off my dick | |
| I got juice, gin, Mo' Cris Hen | |
| Walkin in the mall with thirty thousand to spend | |
| So fuck y' all we, don' t, give, a | |
| Kurupt | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck fuck, don' t, give, a | |
| I don' t give a fuck |
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