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Mblaq - Текст песни My Name Is
My name is MC
 I'm like no other
 A short sized, high pitched
 White skinned brother
 And when I say white
 Yo, I don't mean pink
 'Cause my skin's about as white
 As white out ink
 When I step into the sun
 I burst into flames
 Like the Human Torch
 But with no lives to save
 Said, I don't go to clubs
 And I don't go to raves
 And I don't go to pubs
 And I don't go to parades
 So, where do I go
 You might call it a hooch parlor
 If you don't know the password
 Don't bother
 It's where all the ladies
 Leave their lipstick
 On my collar
 But I tell them to be gone
 'Cause all they want
 Is my dollar
 Mahler use to write symphonies
 Name is MC and I claim to be
 Star material like astrology
 Punk rock, hip, and R&B
 Watch me blend it up like a daquiri
 It's why all the honey's be mackin' me
 Waitin' in the alley, sneak attackin' me
 Tearin off my clothes, ass smackin' me
 Back when we didn't have a record deal
 (Still don't)
 Still managed to make the ladies squeal
 Word up, and you know
 Name is MC, shout it back to me
 On the count of three
 One, two, three, MC
 Name is MC
 Drivin' 'round in my Civic
 I see ya girls walkin' by, lookin' fly
 Soft to the touch like a porcupinMblaq - My Name Is - http://ru.motolyrics.com/mblaq/my-name-is-lyrics.html
 Blow my mind
 Name's MC, me multiplied
 Don't call home
 'Cause I'm out tonight
 Taste real good like a pumpkin pie
 I only smoke pipe
 When there's skunk inside
 Can it be
 Her fingers slippin' down my Levi jeans
 I be so happy now, without a doubt
 Like I just smoked an ounce
 Fucked and bounced
 What the fuck you be talkin' 'bout
 MC backwards be cotton mouth
 Not on the mic
 I'm kickin' your ass at balderash
 Ya can't stop me
 Name is MC, shout it back to me
 On the count of three
 One, two, three, MC
 Name is MC
 Come from a place
 Called Libertyville
 In the place to be
 With a little Bo Peep eatin' edamame
 I'm eatin' Chick Filet
 Get up on the mic
 And stay for days
 Drunk off that citron lemonade
 And a little bit of tanqueray
 But I'm okay, eyes wide
 Stir fried, like Vietnamese
 Adam and Eve
 Do as we please
 With nothing but a bucket
 Of ice up my sleeve
 Ask Mr. T and the fuckin' A-Team
 A beam in your face
 MC Chris in the place
 With a mouth full of toothpaste
 Library book paste the due date
 So many ho's
 I get the group rate
 You're too late











