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• Artiste: Geto Boys
• Titre: Read These Nikes
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(Oh my goodness!) (Hit it) Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict Somebody finna get they ass kicked If you ain't down with the Geto Boys Get your happy ass outta dodge The rumors you heard ain't slander Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander So when you see me clutch my fist Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch I'm inclined to physically whip your ass But if you want to blast Make a mothafuckin' motion like you want to reach And you gon' have a damn funeral next week From the hardest to the softest For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office See, my appearance is so damn fly It makes em say, "Hm he's a nice guy" So a nigga try to play me like a hoe Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin' He bet no fall, or I'ma make his ass read these Nike's (Oh my goodness!) You read these Nikes, 'cause you're fucked up, punk Here's the definition of gettin' your ass stomped (I'm a nigga insane kickin' ass extremely) So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin' Bushwick, can I get a witness? (Fuck yeah, Nightquil that sickness!) Yeah, and when I form this gesture Don't call mama, 'cause the bitch can't help ya Better yell for a paramedic Or somethin' that nature, 'cause I'ma try to break ya Ass into mothafuckin' particles Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article To hell with emotions I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion Remorse what the fuck is that? I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack Gettin' mild, I don't play that shit Fuck havin' mercy on a goddamn bitch Nigga get beat, oh mama But if she fucks with me Her ass is gonna read these Nike's Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka And left your trademark upside his head Yeah man, that was one of my off Nike's I usually leave the whole mothafuckin'' logo I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick Friends ain't shit when you're gettin' your ass kicked But if your buddies want to get in my mix Chop-chop yo, bitch It ain't nothin' but a mere formality Every sucker muthafucka' is a casualty I kick ass, you won't ever diss Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoe print From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid Now do you want to make a bid? I didn't think so, 'cause I'd have yo Ass screamin' just like a damn hoe When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth And show you what a real nigga's all about When I dispose of your ass like waste And nothin' but my shoe is in your mothafuckin'' face You're readin' these Nike's Look at you now, muthafucka! (Oh shit!) Look at (Oh! Aw, hold up, man Hold up, shit, aw, come on, Alright, man, alright, I quit, man I quit, alright aw shit) Fuck with me! (Oh man) (Hit it) Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer I'm at the club rappin' to this hella hammer This bitch was holy, severely cut So I'm rappin' to her, right? To see if she'll fuck I never asked if she was taken, 'cause honestly That type of shit don't matter to me Just when we was leavin' out the goddamn door Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore I let the fool file with a diss or two But the nigga kept pushin' the goddamn issue So I pulled out the 9mm And bust his ass in the head, you could see the Blood gushin' out his goddamn skull He played hisself, now his ass gettin' drugged I was charged with aggravated assault But before I got off his ass I made him read these Nike's (Oh my goodness!)