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Recognize
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Latin Rap
Recognize κυκλοφόρησε στις 14 Σεπτεμβρίου 2004 από East Side Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ San Diego Hardheadz
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ΆλμπουμSan Diego Hardheadz
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας14 Σεπτεμβρίου 2004
ΕτικέταEast Side Records
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM93

Συντελεστές

Στίχοι

Yeah
Lil' Uno, Riggedy Ragz, King Syze
Sicko, motherfucker
Started off a long time ago, I got it in my bones
Your woman's on my phone, bitch, leave me alone
I'm a cool cat fellow, try to tame mellow
Little waist, big ol' ass, I say hello (Hello)
Mr. Uno's in the motherfuckin' buildin'
Here to fuck all the hoes and make children
You really wanna party? Come and party with me
It's the boogeyman, bitch, I know you saw it in me
I'm like Pac, and I'm 'bout to come rock this bitch
You seen the DVD, Rag said I talk shit
Oh, shit, woman, I think you better sit
I was tryin' to make you laugh, you little ignorant bitch
Here, have a drink, make you think a little bit
Tell me 'bout the piercing that you got up in your clit
That's it, baby, I think you had enough
Better get up out this club 'fore I end up like Puff
To the bitches with the ass that been shakin' all night
(Think, think, think you better recognize)
To the fellas in the club that been talkin' that jive
(Think you bet-bet-bet-bet-better recognize)
To them freaky little bitches that be givin' brain right
(Think you bet-bet-better, better recognize)
All you haters in the back get smashed on sight
(Think you bet-bet-better rec-rec-recognize)
Well, now we out this bitch, headed down south
Let me find a little chick and put my dick in her mouth
See, I pass on the pussy, I'd rather take brain
Some choose the opposite, to me it ain't the same
I'll remember your name if you do the shit right
The way you jack me off and you hold my dick tight
Pass the word to the circle, they grade your little ass
That's the way we do it, it's a King Syze smash
Any motherfucker in the vicinity'll tell you
A legend in the city, little bitch, ain't gotta sell you
I been there, I done it since back in '86
I seen it up close, homie, fuck the petty shit
Nothin' but the truth, get your fake ass out
Or put one in your ass and make your life black out
It's little motherfucker, Sickified out
Headed to your spot and reveal your hideout
To the bitches with the ass that been shakin' all night
(Think, think, think you better recognize)
To the fellas in the club that been talkin' that jive
(Think you bet-bet-bet-bet-better recognize)
To them freaky little bitches that be givin' brain right
(Think you bet-bet-better, better recognize)
All you haters in the back get smashed on sight
(Think you bet-bet-better rec-rec-recognize)
There they go right there, hell yeah, that's us
You been callin' us for weeks, yeah, I bet that sucks
See, you don't understand about the plan we got here
Flavor in your ear, yeah, your heart pumps fear
Ear to the street, stay ready for war
You just a little puppy, you ain't ready for more
I'm from the south side of Cali where you find us in the alley
South side streets where the devil don't sleep
Peep it here, motherfucker, this is King Syze ground
Live but don't touch, Lil' Uno break it down
Let me hear you motherfuckers with your crew holla back
Tequila, Anejo, I'll take a shot of that
To the bitches with the ass that been shakin' all night
(Think, think, think you better recognize)
To the fellas in the club that been talkin' that jive
(Think you bet-bet-bet-bet-better recognize)
To them freaky little bitches that be givin' brain right
(Think you bet-bet-better, better recognize)
All you haters in the back get smashed on sight
(Think you bet-bet-better rec-rec-recognize)
Written by: Darren Deverux
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