a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

bukshot - run (final boss remix) lyrics

[intro: bukshot]
run, run, run
…
run, run, run

[verse 1: jelly roll]
yeah
i’ve been distributing hay stack in my city hoe (b+tch)
and i ain’t talking ’bout my homie from them videos (what up)
they told me run, said “i’m already rolling” (yep)
i got that midget cheap, rest in peace gary colemen (get him)
you put me on your album, that’s a h+ll of a stamp (stamp)
and i’m coming with that thunder like kevin durant (swish)
from a place where them white boys is serving ’em o’s
tatted up and got a mouth full of permanent gold (ha)
yeah i’m riding by myself with this nine on my seat
fresh t with lebron number nines on my feet (wooh)
a bad b+tch with me long hair with them open toes (s+xy)
she wanna saddle up, i took her to the rodeo (weehoo)
the four+fifth got a nose like pinocchio (come on)
i ain’t about to stop to my bank account, big as oprah clothes (haha)
m.o.b. style music, f+cking with ya buk (what up?)
and i’m like vaseline, i got something in the cut (get ’em)

[pre+chorus: bukshot]
bad dudes make you take the fun away
tattoos, i just don’t know what to say
past dues, guarantee there’s h+ll to pay
sad news, make these p+ssies run away
[chorus: madchild]
run motherf+cker
run motherf+cker
run
don’t slip, don’t fall, if you do you’re getting done (done)
run motherf+cker
run motherf+cker
run
where the h+ll did these big ole white boys come from? (from)

[verse 2: bukshot]
you wanna know what side i’m on, well i’m not playing that (naw)
see the skull on my shirt, well i’ve been saying that (yeah)
your life is worth and like a dollar i’mma lay it flat (uh huh)
watching people scream and holler when i spray a gat (gimme that)
i’m a tourist (yeah), you could get the h+rns (h+rns)
put ’em right inside your head, thoughts are torn (ugh)
got a freak on a leash like i’m banging korn (mmm)
practice what i preach, fighting like i’m jason bourne (come on)
had the chance, are you happy you choked? (well)
didn’t get my hand like i’m sh+ggy 2 dope (hahaha)
act like you hard, what the f+ck did you smoke?
ice+t never change like a true locc, b+tch
throwing up my set (what)
m.o.b. style juggalo
psychopath white trash, backs bore, cut a throat (that’s right)
i’m a felon, it don’t matter if i plan to vote (h+ll naw)
you better run cause i’mma slice you up like cantaloupe
[pre+chorus: bukshot]
bad dudes make you take the fun away
tattoos, i just don’t know what to say
past dues, guarantee there’s h+ll to pay
sad news, make these p+ssies run away

[chorus: madchild]
run motherf+cker
run motherf+cker
run
don’t slip, don’t fall, if you do you’re getting done (done)
run motherf+cker
run motherf+cker
run
where the h+ll did these big ole white boys come from? (from)

[verse 3: violent j]
i be the duke of the wicked
polluted is my inner+mind
feeding off of hater hate
it’s always dinner time
look at me, six+hundred pounds enjoying a sm+rg+sbord
cause i’m a legendary great, gorgeous george
classic, heavy as a chevy and tall
walk by knock all the f+cking sh+t off your walls
and i’m from detroit city murders is common as f+cking
everybody, they do it all the time it ain’t nothing
they getting fed of here
and think of new ways to school ya
they’ll send your mother your head in a cooler (haha)
and no i ain’t just a rapper, i’m a neck+snapper (haha)
a born scrub but a fine ass+slapper
juggalo dapper, a f+cking hoe capper (+gunshots+)
a human sixth street kidnapper
you need to flee the spot because we give a f+ck not
big jelly roll, big violent j and big bukshot
[verse 4: madchild]
aye
and don’t forget madchild, j
i’m here to hold it down (yep)
just like my brother’s got me underground, kings of older sound with golden crowns (crowns)
never slowing down the coldest flow and how?
got fire in the belly of the beast so how we glowing now?
don’t wait in lines, every club it’s a clear entrance
overflow them bars like i just got a ten+year sentence (d+mn)
you can tell i’m demented, who gives a flying f+ck (uhm)
spitting flames and i’m applying pressure like a firetruck
big white boys, but i ain’t talking riot talk (nope)
bukshot, jelly roll and violent j are giants, f+ck (f+ck)
i’ll rock a show, hit the hotel, relax time (ugh)
madchild and juggalette in a bags dime
you better run motherf+cker we don’t back down (run)
my boys are looking out for me like i’m a trap house (kicked in)
we out here, ain’t nothing to pull a scr+p out (boom)
m.o.b. style, psychopaths and warriors, you’ll black out

[pre+chorus: bukshot]
bad dudes make you take the fun away
tattoos, i just don’t know what to say
past dues, guarantee there’s h+ll to pay
sad news, make these p+ssies run away

- bukshot lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS