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Uh... Hello... New mixtape b****... Is called Da Drout 3 [laughs]... Yeah... This was supposed to be the intro, but uhm... I guess I'm a gonna uhm... Do what ya'll came here for... [in Rastafarian voice] Yeah... Rasta dem king of the jungle, Dread lock swing down me back like Reppunsle. My bread don't swing. Dem packs in a bundle; We'll take your tings, sell it back to your uncle. And we'll make it rain till your dances will come true; We'll make it rain so you betta bring a swimsuit. Alone when I came, but I'm leavin with them two; Gals give me brain, give me brain like temples. And him got the game, game sharp like a pencil; And if you want formage we can crash like a symbol. And Let prepare me window, on my new sports coupe; Twelve hoarses in the hood, sittin on hoarse shoes. Come from the land that Jesus walked through; Sacrifice me life, man I bleed for me uncle. Them no want to run, run with me them no want to; Murder them, and the family them belong to. Next ting them kno I run a street like a cardoor; You go after me, me I dearly depart you. Hip hop is mine now, Mine what you gone do? ; I can jump on any n**** song and make a part two. Playtime for me, cause see to me, they are cartoons; SongtexteHow come every joint be on point like a harpoon? How come evry bar stand strong like a barstool? ; How come every line is so raw you gone snort too? Murder them. Man I murda them. F*** a competition, man I murda them. Man murda them. Man I murda them. F*** a competition, man I murda them. [laughs]... [in regular] and that is why I'm hot... It's Da Drought 3, Welcome. Have fun! Aus Songtexte Mania