Pin the Tail on the Donkey歌词
作词 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
作曲 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
Oh finally finally (here we are)
And for good are the three follow me (it ain't far)
Even though if it was you could make it to the start the enemies
Do you know who they are (there they are)
A devil with the dorags be walkin' now I had it up to there
Oh yeah that's the last straw (the nature's back for)
Better than Disco (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-round) Uh-Uh-Uh
Pin the tail on the junkie find a false flavor
It's a new day to play with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now naugh-ty by nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee 'cos they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same the game remains mine
I got more hooks than a fish line
Bite the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face
Make way (move) boy you detest me! (Huh huh huh)
I seen your last porno flick it ain't impress me
Wassup Cuddle sport here's a thought
(The only records that they got are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock get fienin spunky
Pin the tail on the donkey
(Bring that beat back)
Go go go go go go go go
I do more poppin than a blockhead
Wreck the waxheads I'm fed (Go ahead you retired tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track witha new thought
You couldn't smoke blunts witha match and a Newport
Here we go we go we go again witha flow we know we know it's in
(Def play like Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice can he co-clean
Doin' more scratchin than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off get your props off
But don't cop off cop out and I'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap will stop that
I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for lettin' the ho's go my demo's all flow
When cursin' was a no-no you dodo
Give it up 'cos I'm hot witha warm hate
I won't stop pop 'til that head is screwed on straight
I take shorts and no sorts so take that clone
The only thing I take is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the north stop
Your style's more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock witha spot tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass it don't mean jack (chill)
To a brother from down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains funky
(Hmmm and it's ugh)
Back in the day y'all I played with playdough
The dough is real now but you don't feel how
Starvin hungry MC gets when
MC filet mignon is the fixin'
I'm starvin' up it's time ta call them up yup
Get 'em and cut 'em up stuff 'em and cook the duck
Tough luck tell 'em to shut up and jet
And feel the threat of a real life roughneck
Pin the tail on the donkey
Check (check) where you (where you) at (at)
(That another best will need a hard vest for this head check)
(What There's another Treach) That's what I heard yep
Three steps from a pit boom in his chest
I never knew a иigga' really wanted to die
Instead he bit instead of lookin' me eye-to-eye then I
Knew he was truly thru' dumb plus the one
To meet the mighty one call a bad one
I rhyme about what I want to microphone 1-2
You're doin like Lasuran then a bomb do
T.H.E. M.C. O.F. R.A.P. T.O. L.(double O).K.
A.T. I.N. T.H.E. N.I.N.E. T.I.E. or watch me S.C.
And I might stop to step to a
S*xy fancy prancy and dancy
No cosmo stomp here's the true form
Style's so fat it gets fitted with a shoe horn
Here's a clearer mirror dear ya
Lookin' in nearer cos' I don't fear ya
Some get too souped to the point
Where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru
Always wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta get by my
Hideous treacherous style that's wreckin' it (wreckin' it wreckin' it)
Pin the tail on the donkey (donkey donkey)
What Yo yo yo yo wassup yo
What happened It's like that
We gonna rush you again
Go go go go go go go go
作曲 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
Oh finally finally (here we are)
And for good are the three follow me (it ain't far)
Even though if it was you could make it to the start the enemies
Do you know who they are (there they are)
A devil with the dorags be walkin' now I had it up to there
Oh yeah that's the last straw (the nature's back for)
Better than Disco (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-round) Uh-Uh-Uh
Pin the tail on the junkie find a false flavor
It's a new day to play with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now naugh-ty by nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee 'cos they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same the game remains mine
I got more hooks than a fish line
Bite the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face
Make way (move) boy you detest me! (Huh huh huh)
I seen your last porno flick it ain't impress me
Wassup Cuddle sport here's a thought
(The only records that they got are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock get fienin spunky
Pin the tail on the donkey
(Bring that beat back)
Go go go go go go go go
I do more poppin than a blockhead
Wreck the waxheads I'm fed (Go ahead you retired tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track witha new thought
You couldn't smoke blunts witha match and a Newport
Here we go we go we go again witha flow we know we know it's in
(Def play like Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice can he co-clean
Doin' more scratchin than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off get your props off
But don't cop off cop out and I'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap will stop that
I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for lettin' the ho's go my demo's all flow
When cursin' was a no-no you dodo
Give it up 'cos I'm hot witha warm hate
I won't stop pop 'til that head is screwed on straight
I take shorts and no sorts so take that clone
The only thing I take is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the north stop
Your style's more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock witha spot tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass it don't mean jack (chill)
To a brother from down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains funky
(Hmmm and it's ugh)
Back in the day y'all I played with playdough
The dough is real now but you don't feel how
Starvin hungry MC gets when
MC filet mignon is the fixin'
I'm starvin' up it's time ta call them up yup
Get 'em and cut 'em up stuff 'em and cook the duck
Tough luck tell 'em to shut up and jet
And feel the threat of a real life roughneck
Pin the tail on the donkey
Check (check) where you (where you) at (at)
(That another best will need a hard vest for this head check)
(What There's another Treach) That's what I heard yep
Three steps from a pit boom in his chest
I never knew a иigga' really wanted to die
Instead he bit instead of lookin' me eye-to-eye then I
Knew he was truly thru' dumb plus the one
To meet the mighty one call a bad one
I rhyme about what I want to microphone 1-2
You're doin like Lasuran then a bomb do
T.H.E. M.C. O.F. R.A.P. T.O. L.(double O).K.
A.T. I.N. T.H.E. N.I.N.E. T.I.E. or watch me S.C.
And I might stop to step to a
S*xy fancy prancy and dancy
No cosmo stomp here's the true form
Style's so fat it gets fitted with a shoe horn
Here's a clearer mirror dear ya
Lookin' in nearer cos' I don't fear ya
Some get too souped to the point
Where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru
Always wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta get by my
Hideous treacherous style that's wreckin' it (wreckin' it wreckin' it)
Pin the tail on the donkey (donkey donkey)
What Yo yo yo yo wassup yo
What happened It's like that
We gonna rush you again
Go go go go go go go go
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