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TWiN PiSToLs ft. CHaP ThE GoD
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THiS iS A SoNg We MaDe A WHiLe BaCk, BeFoRe CHaP DeCiDeD He HaD BeeF WiTh Me. STiLL OnLy ThA HoTTeSt LyRiCs FRoM BoTh oF Us.
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YoUnG CoBrA, A MeMbEr Of ThE GrOuP MaLiCiOuS On BaStArDs aka M.O.B., iS FiNaLLy ReLeAsInG SinGLeS FRoM HiS HiGhLy AnTiCiPaTeD ALbUm, TiTLeD VeNoM, WHiCh WiLL Be
BY iT's A CLuB SoNg To GeT YoU HyPeD FoR ThE ReTuRn... VeRsEs, DeLiVeRy, AnD BeAt ArE aLL StRaiGhT !!!!! PRODUCED AND MIXED BY ME. Whas' happnin it's ThA CoBrA a.k.a. YoUnG CoBrA.. You might know of me from the group MaLiCiOuS On BaStArDs, and in Q1 2004 I'm comin' out with my solo album... Not sure on the name yet. I'm 16, reppin tha East Bay in CaLi, and I been rappin since I was about 12. Right now I'm unsigned... if you produce tracks, got a studio, wanna collab, or got connections with a record label, plz holla at me or have them contact me if you think my shit is tight.. so check out my songs and lyrics (Which are all CoPyRiGhTeD with My MoNeY!), and holla at a nigga wit some comments or any questions, at g4mesp1tta@yahoo.com.
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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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Peak #1,275
Peak in subgenre #212
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YoUnG CoBrA
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YoUnG CoBrA 2003
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June 21, 2003
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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ChApPy: YOu'll get-Hit-Wit-Teck's-SPit from the Smith-N-WEsson// Clipse-Will-Lift ya Breath N spliT-ya-chest-in YoUnG CoBrA: Get~ya~lesson, or you will get hit with weapons of mass suppression Me an Chap equipped wit weapons ChApPy: When TWin-PIstols Hit-chu... WE FLip-the-issue YoUnG CoBrA: We quick to diss you, We got thin bullets to split your tissue ChApPy: IMa ALways USe tHe Cannon-Wit-TEn-Rounds// And make you faggots "Catch bullets" like "Gannon-to-TIM-BRown" YoUnG CoBrA: Like playin London Bridges these slugs gonna make you spin round And when I toss bltches my balls, ain't talkin soccer inbounds ChApPy: WE OUT-ya-State... Im "bout-MY-Wieght" Like Slim-Fast/ 10-Gats Shootin, Heat Leave you wit a SKin-Rash YoUnG CoBrA: Every year's pass, you catch me rollin in a new Benz class With friends laughin as I pass’em goin double the speed If you still buyin half a gram I'm buyin double the weed ChApPy: Chap and CObra Together?? Its Double-Trouble-Indeed YoUnG CoBrA: Like the dice in that game, N*ggas either pop or roll Hidin nlggas under the bridges knowin they not a troll We robbin nlggas as they pass and always cop the toll ChApPy: When Glock's is Shot, you get spoonfulls Like Mary-poppins-Cold YoUnG CoBrA: Holy shlt, I got more then one bullet lookin for holes to fit ChApPy: im like the third little Piggy... im always "Holdin-BRick" YoUnG CoBrA: And I stay reppin the block like commercials for Legos Like overcooked waffles, i got "heat" that'll burn you like eggos Shells cover you like snails Bells gon ring like in jails, at meal time We doin shlt independant, there aint no record deal sign ChApPy: In Real-Time Im on the COrner wit a Steel-9 YoUnG CoBrA: Nlggas hate and wanna battle, I win and they still whine ChApPy: Just-In-case i gotta ajust-a-face I keep heat-within Reach, so I can Bust-the-eight You "Joints-hot" when bullets "touch-ya-waist" It aint a Game-Pond, Like James-BONd when im "stirred" i'll leave you Tossed-n-shaked YoUnG CoBrA: You must relate, how these bustas fake Forget excersize, my bullets are quicker loss of weight Like speedy liposuctions Soon as you meet me then you get an instant life reduction Fight, and die if you try to bring knives to my quick guns kid Like a bad soccer games, its like "NINE" to "ONE" kid ChApPy: I found rap-So im done-Slangin But im still hard, I'll play MIKE-Jack N leave ya "Son-hangin" YoUnG CoBrA: My heat must be like this BEAT because I keep my "Guns Bangin" WE're vets at this game, mosta yall rappers is UNRATED UN SKILLED I treat ya kid like a banana when I leave your son peeled I'd rather have roundguns then blunt steel, or unsharp lead If you still alive you on our list, and unmarked dead My gun sparks lead ChApPy: Chap-and-COBE Strapp-Gat's-and- O's YOur wack-facts-is-OLD while Our Tracks-is-GOld And platnuim, yours is Barely Going-Rusted// You KNowin-when-Flowin Im hotter than If a Samoan-touch'd-it Don't PAss-Gatts/ Cause Like "Fightin-AFleCK" i "BEEN (BEN) HIT-YOU"// Wit-TWin-PIstols Spinnin Feelin like 10-missles YoUnG CoBrA: When we revolve, we makin sure your fam miss you I shine now, more than a dang crystal ChApPy: It dont matter If you Black-Or-White/Cobe-N-Chap will Strike// You outclassed, You weight the same as my Stash-of-Ice YoUnG CoBrA: We're the best and nice at the flows You’re the type that’ll wife with your hoes ChApPy: The only thing Losin is YA LIFE-I-suposse YoUnG CoBrA: We shootin from an angle leavin blood stipes on your clothes ChApPy: I aint from Pillsberry but im LIKIN-THE-DOUGH YoUnG CoBrA: I spit so cold hearted that the track just got froze ChApPy: You AInt a Red-NEck... thats the Light im bout to SNipe-at-ya-throat YoUnG CoBrA: I treat you like a cheap BOAT One HOLE and you SINK Below LEVEL ChApPy: Im So-DEvil-ISH That I CAn Severe-spit wit no
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