Текст песни Killin Of The Caine

(Dre Dog talking)
Drop it
Yeah! (yeah)
Wasup?
This is uh...one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again)
For the killas (the who?)
The real killas (right)
That uh...that popped Dan
This yo boy Dre Dog!
Check it out (drop that shit there boy)

(Dre Dog)
Step into the mind of a visionary vocalist
Focus this, picture this I'm 6 foot 6
Ready for the battle like Desert Swarm
Feel the welts on yo body from extension cords
Got you sweatin like a dancer
Stressin gave you cancer
Nigga you the wide receiver foo I'm Deion Sanders
Prime Time niggas get turned like a channel
Coke is this, fuck a bitch from Detroit to Seattle
Indo got niggas thinkin fuckas wanna stop me
Mothafuckas missin teeth boxin like hockey
Rabbit, I'm not a kid but you can get the Trix
You better have these jukes because I'm slammin Big Six (?)
BAM! Get the smellin salt he's unconscious!
Tryin to go head up but just cant stop this
Treat me like a red but nigga don't push me
Cause once my vocals hit the beat it's good like pussy

Kill'em!
Nigga?
It's the Killin of the Caine
Motha-fucka

(Dre Dog)
You live in a shell like a snail
Moby Dick ass niggas get harpooned like a whale Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) - Killin Of The Caine - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dre-dog-andre-nickatina/killin-of-the-caine-lyrics.html
Not a killa tho a nigga roll
Fuckin with the pinnacle
Wishin for a miracle
Situation Critical
Lay it down, you better expect the worst
All screamin like a pregnant woman about to give birth
In a taxi, now ask me, do you think I'm bluffin?
I bet I got you listenin to me just like I'm E.F. Huttin
Or somethin, you fuckas gonna all have to learn
Favorite boxer Tyson, second Tommy Hearns
Hut hut hike!
I'm runnin from the whites (who's that?)
It's 5-0 and the only thing they see is my Nike's
But check this out imagine prison under the ground
Escapers at 0 and you can't hear a sound
Fuck you man Scarface Al Pacino
A cool place to get some good pussy is in Reno
A key! Stolen from a druglord G!
That means niggas gonna die for a fat fee
The lick went sour, a rat said a name
The dope game of life, the Killin of the Caine

(Dre Dog talking)
Run for cover (right)
Yeah (no)
Nigga (nigga)
Mothafucka (mothafucka)
It's the Killin of the Caine
Wassup? I got some catterpiller killers in the house (who you got in
this
mothafucka now?)
My nigga Coughnut (thats right)
Mike Mike (Mike Mike)
My nigga P-Ride (nigga P-Ride)
My nigga (my nigga)
Lo-Lo
STOP!
Thought I forgot about you huh nigga?