DOM PACHINO - Hard Copy lyrics

rate me

[sampled singer "ohh-ohh-whoa"ing in background throughout song]

[Intro: Dom PaChino]

Yeah, yeah, yo, Terrorist (Tera Iz Him)

Bang that shit in ya whips, niggaz

For real, yeah, rock that shit, mama

Sing that shit, soul

That's what I'm talkin' about, 'bout to lose control

Yo

[Dom PaChino]

Posted in a Nynex phonebooth upon the Juice

Smokin' a trey-duce, drinkin' from the fountain of youth

Rockin' a bulletproof, the hell with armor body, top loose

What you wanna do? Down fall all of ya crew

Return somethin', burn somethin', you might learn somethin'

Crab ass niggaz, I'm headbuttin', stop frontin'

On the Terrorist, my shit phatter than glutton

Intoxicatin' like a substance, uncontrolled by the roughness

While ya huffin' and puffin', I'm burnin' down ya house

Wit the surround sound, right out the mouth

Brainstorm, you came raw, flooded by my rainstorm

Weak man without enough strength, even to hang on

LP explosion, it's all on Napalm

Production, soldier what's ya malfunction?

[Interlude: Dom PaChino]

You can't function? This is some ill shit right here man

[Dom PaChino]

Masterpiece release, mark of the beast, increase

Heat flooded the street, street walkin' on beats

Love fuckin' freaks, pull it back, let me see pink

Right by ya team, before you get a chance to blink

Love fuckin' hard, only get the love and the queen

Who treat the God, wit the loyalty of a king

Study all things, require the knowledge, as sharp the swords swing

The force I bring, lift you off ya feet, blow ya physique

Take niggaz cheap, rugged like the front of my Jeep

Puff it up and take a ride wit me, through my diary

Mapped on the S-T, poisonous like ivy

Ivy, come and try me

[Outro: Dom PaChino]

Nothin' but lyrics, back seat

For all my real niggaz who support this shit

Terrorist shit, know what I mean?

Hard Copy shit, as is, as I did it to you

Know I mean? Straight up and down

Puerto Rico to Brazil, Terrorist shit, word

Shaolin, Killarmy