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[Chorus:] Rap, Rap, Rap Rappers are in danger, yeah it's The Darkside Ha Welcome to The Darkside You gotta a problem mothafucker then holla all u seen was the batter No lebron when I pop in your flowers Run up in your labels beat your head with them plax Better watch wat u shake on them rats Nigga I am coccaine I am exstortion We are da streets yes we are in - Time to take the gloves off mask off hit em With the MOSSBERG splashin blast first Baby guts black hurts u nigga ain't ready For ready wanna talk saucey turn your fuckers Head to spaghetti all u young boys I got 16 in u can kill and shoot The booth up but still can't win Nigga left me for dead try to Kick to da curb till them c and p Boys came and put in da word Now it's more maybachs More phantom chops Ball til we fall til Da judge let da hammer Drop Songtexte[Chorus x4] Champagne dreams Cashmere nightmares Nigga could'nttouch my flow Not in light years This is it like da best of da mic Years u nigga more pussy Than dykes here Yeaah and da ra pound With a chick with a Fatter ass then kanye's girl Suck if u been to harry's In da streets is where u Find me the same hood They suppose let shine be This dat block music Yeah go ahead and bust A shot music back it up Hustle rocks fuck da Cops music yeh U now rockin With The Darkside No luv so u know a Nigga heart cry Bet I still b on top Wen them cars fly Even then I still let da sparks fly Lotta nigga turn the dick into a slit Sit down and pee nigga Now ain't dat bitch [Chorus x4] Aus Songtexte Mania