[Intro: MC Hassan, Ladjak, Sir-J & Guru]
"This one is MC Hassan– fuck you, bitch"
"Dear son– fuck you bitch"
"Dear– dear son– fuck you bitch"
"Dear son– che– fuck you bitch"
Oh, we're here
Here we go again right [?]
D.O.B. sick [?]
"You talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"You– you talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"You talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"You– you talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"Get ya mouth shut [?]"
"You talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"You– you talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"You talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"You– you talk too much, man, you don't do well"
"Some motherfuckers just be living like that"
[Verse 1: Ladjak]
Oh, shit! Straight from the underground to see what's gon' on
'Round my block. D.O.B. is in da house
Represent by Slingshot and Bust A.S! is in effect
Who just stepped to this? (Ha-ha-ha, son!) We gotta great fun!
Трах-тибидох on your butt, who's on the microphone?
Leaves a message for the bathroom gangsters
My slingshot full of stones, remember it, punk
I won't miss if I shot, 'cause my hand is practiced
You play eyes, spy, but I'll find you wherever
[?] host with the most, suckas gotta respect
If you don't wanna mess with the [?] bustas
See, your puppy lover is on a mission in '95
How does it grab ya?
You see me on the flyer from Russia to California
I'm happy like New Year, but you can chill as mothefucka
You've been goin' out loud up to now, so where's your [?]
[?] to feel and wait for the foots [?] spine the ladies
And jackin' off in your bathroom, ah-ah-ah
What did you mag about me? You said, "Fuck D.O.B."
I'm really confused, mama, help me, help me
"Slingshot" don't mean "Sling'shit", 'cause it was given much props
From all around, [?] with the underground
[?] get upset
Because it was recognised, so what that? So are you happy now?
Step to me one, twice and get sacrificed
I put a stone on my Slingshot and let 'em flow like [?]
I'm full of dark mines like the "Legend of Doom"
I need some elbow room, give me some elbow room
We are [?]
[Verse 2: Sir-J & Ladjak]
Shut up, punk, and let me break the jazzy funk
[?] catch it in a truck of your ride, but
Step to this in the flash (You get pissed), you suck on this
Hard luck, mother fuck, get the balls out
Bust A.S! for your ass once again, my friend
Sir-J ain't no hustla, skinny, but muscle
Yeah, got no reason to smoke [?]
Government is mad lifted enough for all of us
So don't pass me a blunt (No, no-no-no)
Pass me my bottle like I said before
How can you still offer me that crap?
Anyway, I'm above all that, check my vocal
[?] flip the script, representing South West of Moscow
Take a sip of beer for my neighborhood
Can you feel the flavour? I'm overfilled, gotta let it out
Gotta let it [?] I got ability to drop this
Ill verse [?] shoot 'em all [?]
[?] like an elephant, never change my points of view
I thought you knew, how may, so make way, make way
Guess, what's next on the menu? And you'll be [?]
Damn nut sucka, MC who? Uh, Hassan, yeah
You better run, motherfucka, you don't offer this shit
So get out of the bathroom in soon (Ha ha)
You stepped the wrong way, so here comes my break-off, punk
So you better shut the fuck up anyway, who the hell are you?
Is seventeen [?] fools to my come up, straight up
[Interlude: Sir-J & Клара Румянова]
"You talk too much, man"
"Yeah, your mouth shut [?]"
«И тебе достанется от меня»
[Verse 3: Legalize]
Мой куплет как удар с разбегу в дверь (Пау)
Дверь с петель — проход открыт
Открыт охотничий сезон на неврубастых
Мы «Отдел of Bustas»
Цени this shit, не то клюшкой в зубы
«Майка Ice Cube, джинсы-трубы
Ты любишь рэп, да?» — «Да!» — «На!» —
«Нет, не люблю, только не бей меня!»
Не боись, солдат ребёнка не обидит
Legalize не с рогами, нет
Но очень часто на рогах бывает:
Выпью и пойду гулять, пока не заберут
Но я манерам не обучен, я выхожу без стука
Ба-бах — дверь плечом с петель
Как стенобитное орудие
Но, сука, плечо болит потом
Что за фигня is that? Тут мой рецепт in effect:
Два литра пива — и я в норме
Потом пять — я весел, потом десять — я упал
Чё смотришь? С-Л-И-Н-Г, потом Ш-А-Т
Из СНГ так же, как Б-А-С-Т, потом А и С
Интеллигентный хулиган, hey, yo
С битами наперевес, «Okay, o.b.», это D.O.B.
Эй, с дороги, мистер Хассан-Абдурахман
Москва — это мой hood, мой place, мой home
Запомни: я still got a lot of love к ней
И не позволю… ррра (Ррра, ррра)
