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deala – ho slappa كلمات اغاني

[deala]
intro:
yeah, dirty sh_t now
i gonna show you wtf i’m talkin’ ’bout
i start

1 verse:
who’s still makin’ snaps?
your ass is too short to reach the pedals n accomplish the f_ckin’ laps
i don’t give a god d_mn ’bout the sh_t that your homies evry day in the night head straight to the shacks
i’m makin’ the record of my sh_t in the flat, so that’s the reason why it’s no’ phat
it’s 7 in the mornin’ when the new f_ckin’ modern rappa turns into the dull ho slappa, i can’t seek real b_tches in the jails who are dappa
we start playin’ basketball n football with my homie in the deala’s hood
when i get the peak, the all assh0l_s who hate my verse will have got their minds blown n they’ll try to not know me
so, tell me where the f_ck the real ol’ skool is?
today nuthin’ but only mine n this sh_t might be like the masterpiece
i don’t have got the impala ’64 or mac_10
in order to survive in this f_ckin’ world ya must be above the law n neva land
on the shady places, but i can
your possibilities are runnin outta time
the f_ckin cops are b_tches, if they are ho slappas
assh0l_s must get outta the town
‘cuz deala is comin’
you think, if your fat ass still mobbin’, i’m stoppin
but u’re wrong ‘cuz the road is so narrow that means you will be in my trunk so long
n nuthin’ can be done ’bout that
if you still consider my track is no’ phat
u r stupid busta n will suck every d_ck crack of dawn, i neva change my tone
i don’t give a f_ck ’bout the f_ckin your dreadful modern son’
so, just whether ya wanna stay alive ya must play poker with me or a ping_pong
hey, get the f_ck out my dope lawn!
chorus:
who’s still wanna deal with the ho slappa, the real ol’ skool rappa ain’t dappa
if you wanna say the sh_tty stuff to me, i’ll pull out your f_ckin’ dirty clappa

2 verse:
i don’t give a god d_mn ’bout the f_ckin’ ho slappa, ‘cuz he is much fatter than the dull modern rappa
ass of mine is more dappa
so anyway i gonna step up on bad soldiers which ain’t back up n fallin’ down straight to tha land
who can accomplish the f_ckin lap’ huh?
it’s almost ain’t snowin’ in our edges
i don’t give a m_th_f_ck, if you get more fetches
at this f_ckin’ time when i do rap i’m in the 10th grade
who stands on my way i make those assh0l_s get fade, tha gangsta rap appeared in the california state
the more i publish my sh_t the more chances i’ll get payed
life in my city is not criminal that in the 90’s in la
i neva’ respected ho slappas, so i gonna get rid of ’em n after say ‘take ur fat ass to the hutch n go straight to the bottom of the bay’
now my f_ckin’ age is 16
you neva’ touch her ass, ‘cuz all your homies are pristine
but the deala has bin ’round again
you even don’t know what ol skool is
stallone gonna get freezed in the chamber
bad azzez can open that sh_t only usin’ the d_mn hammer
mc ren dropped the real sh_t, but y’all neva’ listened to that hit
so the b_tch made n_gga k!lla, like he said
evidently all b_tches r mine, they go straight to the deala
ho slappas neva’ reach success in their dreadful lives, ‘cuz they deal only to the bustas n after all this sh_t they get k!lled by the knives
chorus:

3 verse:
i won’t be upset, if i don’t ge the dough that i deserve, anyway those m_th_f_ckas will be gone straight to the f_ckin depth
each rap of mine gets rougher n my d_ck evryday in my shorts gets tougher
all f_ckin’ cops who wanna catch me in a result get nuthin’, ‘cuz i just can make your big fat ass droppin’
all ho slappas, i mean the f_ckin’ modern dappa rappas do always copyin’
no one n nuthin’ can bother me, so i’ll neva be stoppin’
you can’t go alon’ the road, ‘cuz it’s so narrow due to ur f_ckin big fat ass, so your motto in life is ‘f_ck with the dirty fellow’
but tell me, who wanna get dealt to the man who got the double barrel?
my rap’s style gets steady, if u gonna f_ck with me
i’m ready
in the rap son’, i mean ‘pull the trigger’ i said that the doctor recommended me to not lift heavy thangs, but that phrase is a total sh_t, the villain still wanna swim with his ho on the thames
i say lotta sh_t too
your ass is too small to get my clue of that rap that i do
i neva’ believe in the fate, you build your life, but fo’ your ass it’s already late
so, who’s still gonna hate this sh_t that my rap must be payed?
i’m sittin’ on that throne n droppin’ real verses usin’ the d_mn phone
i’m the deala n i’ll neva’ change my style n my tone
i’m actually ready fo’ breakin’ down your f_ckin’ bone
i said that evry day in the mornin’ i slap a ho, if i really do that, so this is a sh_tty stuff
but i don’t do that d_mn activity so often
deala must let ’em know that i ain’t the f_ckin
ho slappa, who wannabe a dappa

outro:
n the main than’ is the end of the 7th rap son’
it’s just the end of the 1st epusode like that
but it’s not the album, ‘cuz i ain’t popular not to release it
but these 7 tracks r so crazy n will have a huge sense!

- deala

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