Nocturnal - Somebody Told Me lyrics

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Nocturnal - Somebody Told Me lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Somebody told me that this rap sh** was fun You get to smoke mad weed and hold big guns Stand on stage rockin your Timbs wit your sons That's bullsh**, yo I'm out to get these funds Verse One: 8-Off Aguilar Yo, yo, somebody told me I threw a hot joint wit Das Courtesy a' EPMD, Aguilar, recognize n***as was stuck on Diggy before Biggie and Nas Test guy reported in The Source, even thought about "Best Buys" My 12-bar Count Dracula wit lyrics spectacular Sippin out of Coke and he's drinkin' Pterodactyl-a's in chromed Acuras Challenge any one wit balls nothing, rock the hardest Racoons rap wit your soloists and various artists Puttin it down on the J-9000 SSL wit stories to tell Off those cells we're livin well In the '9-8-Off, country club plink off While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off Chorus (x2) Verse Two: Nocturnal Guns with banana clips, two Rolex's to master whips A .45 under my armpit Another one in the glove compartment Money startin sh**, the brand new shoes on space ships Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes b**hes twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine We're out to get mines, on a regular On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen So my team can play Sega plus Garcia-Vega's An ounce of weed in every type of flavor Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos.... Chorus Verse Three: Das EFX HIGGITY-HARDCORE, sewer rats keep it raw Beach houses and more, puffin weed on Seymour Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores HIT SQUAD, second world tour Kiggity-cameras compa** on doors, signin autographs After, and before, where?, In corridors Figgity-f** wars, I'm buildin, splittin Dutches spillin Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, Das EFX'll make a k**in And grab the cheese up like Sicilians cos...... Chorus (x2) Outro: Skoob Get the funds This rap sh** was fun, kid We hold big guns, diamond gems, Timbs and all that