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Royce Da 5'9 - Текст песни Happy Bar Exam 2
[Intro]
 Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do man.
 We shittin' on niggas dot com
 It's a fuckin' invasion you bastards
 We a problem
[Scratches "Invasion" - Nas]
Green Lantern
 [Marv Won]
 Aye, aye
 I'm back on my bullshit
 Come chill with the crook
 I'm rejuvenated bitch, I feel as good as I look
 That's awesome
 Show me who's talkin' and I'll off 'em
 From Austin to Boston, make 'em floss in coffins
 Shit, if I ain't the man, I'm standin' next to him
 Starvin'
 Somebody bring me a Dexitrim
 To suppress my appetite
 I feast on niggas who ain't rappin' right
 Learn in the after life
 If I ain't the best baller, I'm right after Mike
 Cockier than the nigga that make (Flashing Lights)
 I'm the king of the jungle
 I'll stop all the scoring of your block without bringin' Mutumbo
 A 100 round drums is what I bring to the rumble
 Brash
 I ain't get a thing when I was humble
 And why should I be?
 Niggas ain't good as me
 The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T
 One of the best, but overlooked like I'm Pusha T
 You little pussies get fucked
 Here go the douche for free
 There ain't too much that Marv can't do
 Make way for royalty
 Happy Bar Exam 2
 [Royce Da 5'9"]
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 Bubble lights do a double life crime what else then?
 Gun shots kinda sound like the llama belchin'
 Shittin' like I'm rhymin' in the John like Elton
 I turn a nigga into stone
 Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya
 Female Medusa
 (It Wasn't Me) like Shaggy
 Denaun (da nine) did it
 Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer
 Give you a buck 50 this evenin'
 This is my time of the month
 If you ain't fuckin' with me you bleedin'
 I can't count how many whips I be stickin' keys in
 Bitch, you ain't dissin' me, you just committin' treason
 Red wine or Reislin?
 Has been, I'm a "he's been..."
 Everywhere
 I'm Bigger than Cease's friend
 Lyrics written down with a G's pen
 Hood rats on me cause I'm in a trap
 I'm gonna give her cheese then
 She with me, she never dick teasin'
 Wrist freezin'
 She's tellin' me I'm just seizin'
 She do whatever I tell her as long as it's with reason
 So I'm gonna tell her to blow me till she quits breathin'
 She playin' position, but it's me receivin'
 The cum comin' through them gums looks like the bitch teethin'
 Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin'
 After I quit sqeezin'
 I'm the shit fool
 Every year in my past, my shit list grew
 Niggas switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude
 Yeah, I don't fuck around with that mic
 You try to fuck with me you probably fuck around with that white
 What you a cluck?
 I psycho spit
 Y'all writtin' with lead
 I'm writtin' my rhymes with rifle tips
 I'm excitin' like highlights of Michael's clips
 I run the net like my mics a microchip
 Nickle
 Happy Bar Exam 2
 It's a holiday nigga











