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There are seven known wonders of the world, you about to witness the eighth muthafucka... [Verse 1:] I got King Kong in my trunk, King Kong in my doors My nuts play ping-pong from the noise; You can hear me from a block away I'm sitting next to your ass and can't hear what you got to say My shit is loud, my ears is ringing My paint job is wet My chrome is gleaming I feel like a vet ballin' on these rookies An old-school bully, you must have played hooky I bring it like a bookie, My aggression is depressing Don't give a muthafucka time to learn his lesson A lunatic, y'all know what I represent The only rapper that wanna fist-fight the president [Hook:] It takes a nation of niggas to hold us back [x4] [Verse 2:] When I bang this it's dangerous Niggas go brainless So bang this with the four-five stainless SongtexteAnd understand that you looking at the famous West-coast rapper who act like an anus Hollywood, they thought they could tame this Pit-bull, but I know what the game is Them fuckers cheat like an NBA ref If you smoke one? They'll electrocute you to death I got god on my intellect Godzilla by the neck When the nigga come through, who you wanna holla at Ghostwriters hit the deck When ya boi got a tech Where the fuck is Africa-Bamabata at We need to take it back, fuck Viacom Clear Clear Channel and Radio One You muthafuckas programmed by the programmers That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers Not me [Hook:] It takes a nation of niggas to hold us back [x4] [Verse 2:] They music so fluffy, I'm a stay gutter That shit is kinda popcorn, my shit is so butter My style never change in 22 summers Straight independent and doing my numbers This shit don't sell, you know I'm still paid So sour-puss niggas, can drink lemonade I'm doin it for the love You doing it because You need that advancement to spend on them dubs I don't need a penny, but I need many Don't worry bout ma money boi, cause I got plenty You muthafuckas worry bout flossing so much You don't know the fundamentals, you forgot how to brush These thirty-two teeth Will give your ass grief Bite you like a fat burger if you got beef So whose it gonna be, your favourite MC Your scared of the government, they scared of me Now what? [Hook:] It takes a nation of niggas to hold us back [x3] It takes a nation of niggas and streets of crack Aus Songtexte Mania