Team Napalm - Napalm World lyrics
rate me[Intro: Dom Pachino]Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, Team Napalm, niggas, yeah[Chorus: Infinite (Dom Pachino)]You dumb diddy, stuck on ice, and on pearls(Kid, tell 'em it's a Napalm World)I'm a nut, and you rodents, ain't nothing, you all squirrels(We gon' kill 'em, it's a Napalm World)We in the six, rollin' low in the city, on rim swirls(Ya'll fags don't know, it's a Napalm World)Ya'll get tight, we keep heaters for haters, we bomb thugs(We gon' shut 'em down, it's a Napalm World)[Dom Pachino]Are you familiar with the butter complexion, rhyme killa kidPushing through your city, like my nigga Godzilla didProjects is like villages, huh, we call 'em pillagesNinety nine cent beer in the store, build with this lyricistI take a long walk everyday, it's gun talkMy dogs bark, plus the jakes stay parkedOn the sidelines, waiting for a nigga like meThat love crime, just slide by and think my shit's flyIt don't stink, please stop lusting my linkI rock camo', and never tried rocking a minkThe industry's bug, never made it easy for a thugThat's why we hustle like we do on the streetsTo lay the rug, bloody bodies in the tub, liquor in the mugHoes are getting dug, whose sicker with the snubNiggas gettin' stuck, all up in the club for rubbing me wrongI'm try'nna remember a line from my old songNapalm Team is so fucking strong, that's my word born, my word born[Infinite]Nigga, I steam, boil, bubble, bake gram yakMy white blow ya damn brain backHow my fiends is saying that, guess they all stay promotingTake your lighter to the spoon cuz the coke is too potentRun out, re-up, back, at it againWhile try'nna stay at 'em, with the county's top tenAnd then, not try'nna be harder, than I amJust saying if you tough, then you a strong black manLike Heckler and Cap, I get in and out of jamsThese hoes wanna trap, I bail after I bamAnd don't wife 'em, we fuck 'em and nice life 'emThese birds give a pass for cash, they so triflynIt's all night with, class get cut, tits get stuckHard luck, so we duck and buckWake up around chico's and stuff, but living isIn my face, for the last bag of dust to huffMust be the dogs, we gon' catch up, you niggas immitating streetsThen you muthafuckas imitating me[Chorus][NLZ]We in the hood like crackheads, we crack heads, with hot leadA hot heat, heavy metal, drop shells of fire armsLike Megatron, we clear the avalon, pythonCall the roller coast off, blow storm likeHorrific hurricanes, bleed your block, freeze your frameHeed the name of War, I hammer heads like ThorA metaphor strike and contour with shogun swordsThe violent storm, bred War Machine Z, a killa autoFound the fire song, for a llama pull, for the deck onBald heads up all in my song, blow your flesh with flamesOf Johnny Storms, sword to the light brigadeStrapped with bombs of Napalm, with Napalm, yo[C-4]Sources say he's out of control, he's self from the bullBumped his head, now he's reppin' with the touch-arm platoonHe pack clips like the Terminator, on a time tripPersist, I'm rich, we leases, lyrical hollow tipsCalm your nerves, before you obsilical gets litGetting you clipped, is how I erase your resistanceWe clap for funds, taking tacks on dumb-dumbs, who want some?I'm out, dishing pain out, by the tonsMy eagle ain't, large, but I do have a big domePick and choose, do you really want the plastic or chrome?My bones are revitalized, been soaked in HeinekenIron crunch, jumped into a AA meeting, let's try it thenSigh again, equals you lyrically dyingFace mask, all you saw was the thing go blingGet a tech up from the neck up, what, your brain stuck?Now they slick, in and in, after I let my gun bust[Chorus]
