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- Parazitii feat Raekwoon The Chief

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Raekwoon The Chief
Word up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know what it is
What up kid
Yo aaight look, check it, it's going down
You know how I go
Wu-Tang for EVER
Parazitii
No question, no question
Eh yo, get my Hungarians and Romanians loves Chef
I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk
Check
You know the status
Big carats up in the chain
It's obvious, there's no doubt in my rep
I smoke lots of good s***t
Yeah son, running the club from here to U. S
Next stop Bucharest
Fly nigga with millions lay in the spot
Where the police never come
Them niggaz is scared to death
Got my little hungy, little A-1's with me
Ready to blow something
Ray come get me
What it is yo.
Stackin one jackin' like back bums
But got mad money
Throw us a check
I love Fly-Guys languages and niggaz who ride high
All over the world my niggaz supply pot.
Rock fengashiz trying to get denashiz
So when you see us below this payments kid
Can't stop us
Yeah them Staten Island mobsters with axes
Who really get down, and stop Octopus
In sushi,
Niggaz stay flyin Gucci
The paper's a crime
The nigga that shoot me
Check it out nigga Fly Killers call us the
Live 5 deadly Venoms who got style
We got to get'em
You know the kidz meany
Regardless of the beat pop-off
We gonna get down
Let's worn Parazitii!
Refren:
F***k money, f***k grammar, f***k fashion, I've got something to say
My words have fashion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking, arrest me, arrest me for joking (bis)
X2
Cheloo:
top bitching and get ready for the show
My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow
Check the flow!
You know the plan is to see Parazitii on CD at low prices next to Black Eyed Peas

F***k money, f***k tax fees
We're throwing s***t on everybody from nintees.
Like this – we are the white boys making noise
We're chasing white bitches with rubber dildos, big d! ck toys
I'm so f***king funny, wth ambitious,
Don't believe in God, oh God, I'm not religious
Now it's time to come down from cloud nine
Where the weather is f***king fine
We can buy happyness with one dime
Only one time so keep in mind
Life is like running on ice
It's like own the dice
If you don't like prison, fool, you'd better be nice
I'm sending this message to the s***thole you call home
Invisible c*******r stand by the phone
Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit
If you feel s***ty than you must be full of s***t
Here is the message I'm trying to transmit:
Refren:
F***k money, f***k grammar, f***k fashion, I've got something to say
My words have fashion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking, arrest me, arrest me for joking (bis)
X2
Ombladon:
My rhymes can make your instinct thick
Make no mistake this musical state is not f***king fake
You can suck my dick and relocate
For me drinking is a sport – Victory!
Drinking up my money for child suport
If my ship is sinking, don't come aboard
And save all your f***king prayers for the Lord
I'm always ready to drink my way to life as I hold my dick and p***s all night
As a new born child..
My dick is hard – this I have to admit
I'm so sick, but my mind is bright
And I can bang a wife in cityhall in the daylight
People like good news and happy endings
I like fine bitches on the knees I'm standing
All women are bitches except my lady back home
And of course your bitch if you don't listen to this alone
Refren X2