Das EFX - Somebody Told Me текст песни

Intro/chorus:

Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun

You get to smoke weed and hold big guns

Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons

Thats bullshit, yo Im out to get these funds

Verse one: 8-off aguilar

Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies

Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise

Niggas was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas

Test guy reported in the source, even thought about "best buys"

My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular

Sippin out of coke and hes drinkin *? terror dacquras? * and chrome

Backwards

Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest

Racoons rap with your soloists if ? ? ? ? ? ? artist

Puttin it down on the day 9000, thats a cell with stories to tell

Off those cells were livin well

In the 9-8-off, country club plink off

While youre way off, check all systems, its time we take off

Chorus (x2)

Verse two: nocturnal

Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips

A .45 under my armpit

Another one in the glove compartment

Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit

Tek 9s, after parties with mad dimes

Bitches twist the vine, Im high and the moons mine

Were out to get mines, on a regular

On the south, probably took the dreaded predators pirate treasure

In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen

So my team can play sega plus *? the gods in vegas? *

An ounce of weed in every type of flavor

Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....

Chorus

Verse three: das efx

Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw

Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour

Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours

Chrome .44s, diggity-diamonds on paws

All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores

Hit squad, second world tour

Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs

After, ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , where? , in corridors

Figgity-fuck walls, Im buildin, splittin dutches spillin

Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin

Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efxll make a killin

And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos......

Chorus (x2)

Outro: skoob

Got the funds

This rap shit was fun, kid

We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that