Masta Killa - Pass The Bone (Remix) скачать видео бесплатно

Album: Made In Brooklyn

Year: 2006

Track: 7

Track Produced By: Jig Sor

Samples: None

Lyrics:

[Intro: Masta Killa]

*Inhales* Ahhhhh

Ya niggas should have some of this shit right here boy.

This that good shit.

Yes yes ya'll. One two, one two...

In a place to be...*coughs*

Aiyyo *coughs*

Aiyyo, check it check it check it *coughs*

Check it out

[Verse One: Masta Killa]

I was feelin lovely, pocket full of dough

A little drunk, reaction mad slow

Thinkin Should I step to the motherland

And and rep who? the Wu-Tang Clan

Another thang, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped

Put my lips on a blunt tip

It's been two weeks, since I last sparked

Stepped in the grand resort

Twenty-Five dollar fee, plus ID

But a brother like me, Executive V.I.P. Word, took a bar seat

Got a tall glass, of hennessy and peach

Turned to my left, seen this chick she was slammin

What ya do kid? I examined her

Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name

What happened? I didn't have the...

Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air

Could it be? Yes, yeah, haaa

It was Startel the God Shamel

He had a bone, a blunt of that ill shit

I said pass the bone, pass the bone

Pass the bone kid, pass the bone

Passed it, took one pull I was blasted

Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic

We approached the weak cypher

Did you surprise her? tranquilized her

Bagged her, for her name and address

Slid to the rest, acheived mad success...

Ha Ha.........yeah

[Chorus: Startel God Allah]

We don't front, we run things

It'll tell you one thing

Run through town like stars

Buy us broads, hottest cars

We don't front, we run things

It'll tell you one thing

Run through town like stars

Hottest bars, fuck them frauds

[Verse Two: Masta Killa]

Outside a nightclub,

Shorty grillin' with a mean mug

Ain't showin no love it's all good

I'm ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone

Mmm, all I needed was a hydro bone

And guess who came down the block stumblin' drunk

I forget the brother name but he had some skunk

Took out the blunt put the weed inside

Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied

Inhale, without pertaining to cough

Exhale, you know like two pulls and off

Stimulated kind of toxie but don't sleep

You know we got drowt one shot with the heat

So brothers be smokin that weed with the ?lite? but never me

Just strictly the ganja

?Since we mania?

In ya area

[Chorus: Startel God Allah]

We don't front, we run things

It'll tell you one thing

Run through town like stars

Buy us broads, hottest cars

We don't front, we run things

It'll tell you one thing

Run through town like stars

Hottest bars, fuck them frauds