Zoom - Slum Village: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

Zoom

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Zoom foi lançado em 1 de janeiro de 2004 por Priority Records como parte do álbum Detroit Deli (A Taste of Detroit)

ÁlbumDetroit Deli (A Taste of Detroit)

1 de janeiro de 2004

EditoraPriority Records

IdiomaEnglish

BPM96

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Letra

{*car engine starting up*}

Yeah!

(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk

(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks

(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up

(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, yeah

(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk, uh

(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks

(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up

(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, ****

Yeah, catch me in the tank with the rims spinnin'

Spinners, sorta looking like it's windmillin'

And yeah, catch me in the Jag, boy, it's so easy

See me, T-3eezy, with 3 TV's

Pop chammy in the car, boy, that black Mustang

See the velvet on the rug, yeah, that's woodgrain

It's {*static*}

Keep it bumpin' 'til the freaks come out

And when the freaks come out, I put the dick in they mouths

And we gon' do this regardless

The check got us watch-donned, the ice is flawless

Yeah, it's I and Jason

Catch us at the live, boy, pussy chasin'

In the ride, chick, we hop, they look

We roll Hot Wheels, ya'll hop on foot

Now get it out

Uh, Phat Kat A.K.A. Ronnie Cash

Detroit finest, 1st Down, quick to blast

Corny motherfuckers steady comin' in last

At the finish line, rollin' some grass, palmin' some [ass]

Toastin' the glass

You corny **** is hoes

Who the fuck made ya'll wanna get aggressive with flows?

**** is soft like Pillsbury Crescent Rolls

Numbers in my bank account accrues commas and decimals

Who knows? Dos, tres, quatro?!

Ronnie Cash, comin' through, killin' [****] that's not chose

Detroit finest, you know the click, we keep it hot, bro

Same **** off in your show, Ben Stillers

Speak the truth, so my fans ain't got no choice but to feel it

**** on these streets with guns, acting tough

Same cocksuckers go to jail and get [fucked]

Feelin' lucky, duck? Step up, press your luck

Fuckin' wit me? You're guaranteed to stay there

Lil' faggot ass fixin' up so you can stay there

Yeah!

(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk

(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks

(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up

(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, yeah

(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk, uh

(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks

(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up

(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, ****

I grip wood Benz at a car show

Might be a little ****, don't make me hit ya, boi

I'll knock the wind out Chicago

You love it when I'm kickin' the verse

You know I ripped it

Like my fingerprints was on the spittin' clip when it burst

To make them hollows scream

I deal with my inner demons

More than a hood deal with 'em outside on Halloween

But you don't know nothin' about that

The mouth that get your mouth smacked

So hard, you fall off guard, 'til you bounce back

Of course, we spinner-ridin' through your blocks' ground

We got it locked down like two dreads intertwining

(Zoom)

(Zoom)

(Zoom)

{*car peels out*}

Written by: Curtis E. Cross, Jason "Elzhi" Powers, R.L. Altman III, Ralph J. Rice II, Ron Watts

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