文本歌词

Nuff Said - Kool G Rap
Here's the motherf**kin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent motherf**kers
See suckers like there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great
I pull out the trey - eight
Kool G Rap's your fate
And not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor
Bitchin that sh*t is dead
Tell it to the motherf**kin mortician
So get ready to let the led out
I'm knockin niggaz dead out
And blowin the back of your f**kin head out
Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter
I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin with force
Tearin niggaz out the frame
Like they was pictures of a b**ch that I divorced
Boss so come on ni**a
Get wild and loose
I whoop your motherf**kin a**
And get arrested for child abuse
Even your b**ch can get it ni**a
I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
And pull the f**kin trigger
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates G you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can stand G Rap
Save that candy-rap sh*t for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
F**kin with me y'alld rather f**k with the AIDS virus
Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the sh*t the quicker the hit I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's xxxx
Good luck another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your a**
I get my motherf**kin foot stuck
See I manage to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield
Couldn't cover the motherf**kin damage
Cause I'm bold and bigger
Puttin manholes in niggaz
And holdin triggers up
To them golddiggers
So if you all over my xxxx just like a rubber
My rap is so fat I make and blubber
You better duck
I'm like a volcano when I erupt
You b**ch-a** rappers'll get f**ked
And you'll be one hoe
Like Marilyn Monroe
Left on death row
Because I let the gun go
Bang blow your motherf**kin brains out
But you need more than detergent to
Get that motherf**kin stain out
Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots I leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
You're out of luck and
I don't give a F**K what your name is
Boy you better split cause I'ma house sh*t
My xxxx'll be rich if you niggaz
Wants to put your money where your mouth is
Gassed up a** ni**a come set it
Cause when I pick up the gun
That be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down you f**kin silly clowns
Know who's the hardest
Niggaz I watered down with the quarter pound
Cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
And found the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
Play it again Sam put on my jams f**k a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead
Aww f**k it nuff said