笨小笨Run The Line (feat. Rasco) (Explicit)歌词由Peanut Butter Wolf&Rasco演唱，出自专辑《My Vinyl Weighs a Ton (Explicit)》，下面是《Run The Line (feat. Rasco) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
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Run The Line (feat. Rasco) (Explicit) - Peanut Butter Wolf/Rasco
Last year about this time
The band went to San Francisco
We had a concert on a street called
Wool street
It was a most beautiful happening
The vibes were good
The women were there
Everybody was vibing
We'd now like to share
This with you with a
Thing called
Run down the line
Check yeah yeah
Check it out
He's a honest man
Yo let's go
Yo I tell you niggas what what
You better stay home and lay your a in the
Cut cut
I'm going for heads
Lay you for dead
Folding emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was
Breastfed
Galleons on courts
For sports I bust bubbles on the double
Destroying these fools who wanna give me trouble
Ball with stuffle
Six feet women be loving it
Brothers be thinking o' stickin but I be shoving it
Ready unload with fat tracks from lootkids
Doing my thing since 16 in 86
Hey yo saying that the west ain't it what
nigga I'll smack you in your mouth for that ****
Let me show you what I claim
I'm doing my thing
But everybody out in cali don't gangbang
You better open up them mics
And get out my face
Give me some space
Better break out them old nikes
You better run for the crib
'Cause run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked
Wig
Microphone's in control
So ready explode
************* need to punch up the flexcode
Run in line
Run in line
Run in line
Heaven forbid
I rip kids get they face blown
Bring 'em in packs and I can rip 'em by
The caseload
Ready explode
On contact for that contract
Flash these lyrics and ready for mic combat
Who wanna step to get a rep
Playin double jet
Me and my man be on these tracks at the
Inner sect
Mass confuse
Hit your fellas off with bad news
Tell 'em what
Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out
Your d**n shoes
Here's this mic you can praise it if you need
To
Should've been there when your brother really needed you
It's too late had to blast off like 38's
Food for thought but don't be eating of no dirty
Plates
I keep it clean and always on the uppernut
nigga you soft and your rhymes
Need the toughing up
No gun chatter on the platter 'cause it doesn't matter
Me and the wolf collaborate just to make it fatter
You better scatter like the roaches with the lights on
I tell these niggas don't you bother turn them mics
On
Going deep like quarterbacks on they long throw
And time waits for no man label stones throw
The lp in 97 you'll be seeing me
Gradual shots to your nut got you seeing three
I'm running
Rhymes while the clock is steady running time
Crab emcees get in your block
To start run in line
Run in line
Run in line
Run in line
Coming in thirds
Brothers shouldn't say another word
Kicking your rhymes but they was verses already heard
Give me respect it be the ras with the triple
Threat
Smash eject 'cause already know what's coming next
So I predict that all these brothers goin' to be
Riding *****
Break out the axe because it's time that you get
86
Playing these scrubs in nightclubs like they legendary
I'm first class and everybody else is secondary
But don't you worry all these brothers got your vision
Blurry
Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks fix
'em up
Keep it intact with tight screws
Roll with tight tools tight crews
And now you missing and your face is on tonight's
News
So pay your dues
Don't nobody make it over night
You heard the single and you thought that it was
Overwrite
No 'cause I can do it to you every time
Me and peanut butter wolf gotta run 'em lines
Run in line
Run in line
Run in line
Run in line
Check
Mic check one two
That's all papparazi let's go
Baby woo yeah
Come out the range
97 ****
Got it got it got it got it
