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celly cel - red rum (feat. spice 1) كلمات الأغنية

(feat. spice-1)

[celly cel:]

murder one, motherf-ckrs call it redrum
doin n-ggas in and let them sh-lls pile up
from dumpin on these n-ggas in my motherf-ckin face
i breaks em off a taste of that ciggety cel and spice..

[spice 1:]

gettin’ it on like marvin g-ye, i’ll meet you by the motherf-ckin dock of the
east bay [blew]
k!ll em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye
them slugs couldn’t spill me, them n-ggas shoulda k!lled me..
now i wanna know who they are
when i put some slugs in them n-ggas k!ll em off in they car..

[celly cel:]

you see, they can’t f-ck around with n-ggas whos so quick to blast
so quick to put these slugs up in your -ss
they be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin
bringin more funk than the p-ssy on a yeast infected woman
so kick the flow
you see a n-gga stompin with that ‘h’ on my back
choppin these fools in half with my mack

[spice 1:]

m-ss motherf-ckin murder they ain’t breathin’
that n-ggas wheezin
hot slugs got him freezin’
coughin and he’s soundin like he got a cold
but hes chokin off that redrum, whole f-ckin body numb..

[chorus:]
redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
retalliation is a must where im from..
redrum leave your body numb blast dum-da-dum-dum
drinkin redrum cause i’m 187 proof….

[repeat chorus]
[spice 1]

[blaaaw]
murder in the first and sh-t
beat a n-gga dead body with the pistol grip, playa..
sp-spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out n-ggas in the head with boots
i got my motha f-ckin choppa, pop a cap, in your -ss cause you can’t stop a
psychopathic motherf-ckin nut
sn-tch all your f-ckin guts
leave your -ss in a ditch all opened up..
kickin’ the tales of the n-ggas who got crept on
blow out his f-ckin brains, cause i was slept on..

[celly cel:]

now i’m posted with a chopper in my coat full of hennesey
fixin’ to let my 40 spit out thirty-two when i see
these n-ggas that wanna test a playa swingin’ from my nuts
pull my mighty mack and let the street sweeper sweep him up..
the only thing i leave behind is casings on the ground
lookin for the snitches on the block so i can buck em down..
i gets my clown with every round that i let fly
trigger happy n-ggy in the hood, die n-gga die
funk for life, when they smoke me that’s when i’m done
so take a sip of this red motherf-ckin’ rum….

[chorus x2]
[celly cel:]

call me the undertaker, call me the casket closer
fillin n-ggas up with lead like they fill shwisher’s up with doja
at the graveyard countin’ the bodies i left in the mud
i break em off, ain’t nothin but buckin’ till they spittin blood
but n-ggas dont feel me
they wanna k!ll me but these fools dont know me
i rolls them like a blunt, fill em with slugs and bury them slowly
infrared beam gleam, he’s dead on the scene
shot in the spleen
got two in the chest he’s off the scene
its c-celly cel and spice 1 sp-splittin wigs
its murderin’ so some of that redrum come take a swig
[blaaaw]

[spice 1:]

these motherf-ckin nuts if you wanna murder me
harder to k!ll than your average motherf-ckin ‘g’
put a cap up in that -ss
n-gga with a gat thats quick to blast
raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask
k!llin for the cash, mobbin’ that -ss
when so many of these gang buckshots shatter my gl-ss
mashed on the block and i kept on bustin’
gotta let them know i’m not no midnarc
put it up in piznark
and let my a.k. biznark
beitchh!
k!llin off n-ggas in the diznark
you ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh
just call me messy marvin, leaves a mess…

[chorus x4]

- celly cel

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