Who's Next Songtext
von Lawless
Who's Next Songtext
Peep game, it′s the G straight mobbin' through the door
All the way real hard motherfuckin′ core
Still pack the gun, extended clips, I don't slip
I let the bullets fly cause jealousy's a bitch
Animosity′s the high, I come straight
Fuck the fake, make money, take money
Motherfuckers do or die, so fuck a vest
I leave a mess and one less
Cause they still can′t fuck with the West
The kiss of death is what they get
West wild, German style will get you wet
Fuck your set, won't be satisfied
Til there′s no one left, so I snap necks
When the pop affects the ears
Fools hit the deck, straight out the field
When the squeeze shows no respect, made to kill
So it's like "who′s next" and that's real
Driven by the thrill, for it I got passion
Call me the cutthroat Mexican assassin
Sayin′ who's next, what's next
I′m next, who′s next, what's next
What′s next, who's next, the regulation
Then breakdown, shakedown, the perpetration
Calibration, number nine double M
Facin′ the disgrace and about to do 'em in
Fuck ′em, fuck 'em, let the gat bust
Cause I can't trust ′em, another one bites the dust
They can huff, they can puff, they can blow me now
Never hold me down or even slow me down
Never flashin′ my piece, always bustin' my piece
Never keepin′ the peace, I leave 'em deceased
Fuck dealin′ with the worries, they get caught up
Shot up when I unleash my flurry
I do you dirty, so kick off the chaos
Bring the panic, fear not the gun
But who's behind it, cause fools get took out
I got ′em on the look out, for my peeps
Leave 'em deceased, wondering who's N-E-X-T
Down to bust was me, back in ′93
With my finger to the crown sayin′ fuck the enemy
I'm the G from the West, 9-0-7-4
Into the 4, what you know about this
Loced out Mex-I-C-A-N
Bad as fuck from the city of sin
Homiciders, riders to the motherfuckin′ end
Shameless to the game, but the fact is
I could explode your brain, on your dome like some caine
Close them eyes like some thai, let your soul rise
Then shoot it out the sky, I kill you twice
First the flesh, next the soul
They just don't know to pay the motherfuckin′ toll
Fuck slowin' my roll, I run the show
From the gate, it′s the Mexican you love to hate
When I bounce rock state, I bust greats
With no respect, it's like who's next
All the way real hard motherfuckin′ core
Still pack the gun, extended clips, I don't slip
I let the bullets fly cause jealousy's a bitch
Animosity′s the high, I come straight
Fuck the fake, make money, take money
Motherfuckers do or die, so fuck a vest
I leave a mess and one less
Cause they still can′t fuck with the West
The kiss of death is what they get
West wild, German style will get you wet
Til there′s no one left, so I snap necks
When the pop affects the ears
Fools hit the deck, straight out the field
When the squeeze shows no respect, made to kill
So it's like "who′s next" and that's real
Driven by the thrill, for it I got passion
Call me the cutthroat Mexican assassin
Sayin′ who's next, what's next
I′m next, who′s next, what's next
What′s next, who's next, the regulation
Then breakdown, shakedown, the perpetration
Calibration, number nine double M
Facin′ the disgrace and about to do 'em in
Fuck ′em, fuck 'em, let the gat bust
Cause I can't trust ′em, another one bites the dust
They can huff, they can puff, they can blow me now
Never hold me down or even slow me down
Never flashin′ my piece, always bustin' my piece
Never keepin′ the peace, I leave 'em deceased
Fuck dealin′ with the worries, they get caught up
Shot up when I unleash my flurry
I do you dirty, so kick off the chaos
Bring the panic, fear not the gun
But who's behind it, cause fools get took out
I got ′em on the look out, for my peeps
Leave 'em deceased, wondering who's N-E-X-T
Down to bust was me, back in ′93
With my finger to the crown sayin′ fuck the enemy
I'm the G from the West, 9-0-7-4
Into the 4, what you know about this
Loced out Mex-I-C-A-N
Bad as fuck from the city of sin
Homiciders, riders to the motherfuckin′ end
Shameless to the game, but the fact is
I could explode your brain, on your dome like some caine
Close them eyes like some thai, let your soul rise
Then shoot it out the sky, I kill you twice
First the flesh, next the soul
They just don't know to pay the motherfuckin′ toll
Fuck slowin' my roll, I run the show
From the gate, it′s the Mexican you love to hate
When I bounce rock state, I bust greats
With no respect, it's like who's next
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