Young Prada - Russian Revolution lyrics

[Produced by Johnny J] [Intro: Mr. Krane] Ay, this a special public service announcement... fu*k ALL YA! *loud gunshots* [Verse 1: Young Prada] Ay yo, russian losers, yo, stop that sh** I'm a f**in' G, homie, on my motherf**in' street What the f** is up, my n***as? Who the f** is this? This is russian motherf**ers, they don't look like G's! [Verse 2: Mr. Krane] AK-47 pussies s** my f**in' dick I hate all these motherf**ers, they don't rap like G's I'm tired of listening to sh** about drinking "Jaguar" Training sports and f**ing b**hes, this is dark PR! [Verse 3: Young Prada] I say "f** you!" to Guf, St1m, to motherf**in' Busta I know n***as, who got flow that is crazier & faster! The motherf**ers from the "Centre" make me wanna die And b**hes like that JohnyBoy are doing nothin' but cry! [Verse 4: Mr. Krane] What the f** you know about being a gangsta, dude? You ain't better than Oxxxymiron, that f**in Jew Or than Misha Mavashi, co*k-a-sports-a-man Who likes to go to the gym? Who's the gangsta, man? Say what you say, you, crapper, look like drunk You drank too many "Jaguar" cans? Go to the trunk Let's take a ride in my '64 Impala, gangsta's car You'll tell me who's the real motherf**in' rap-a-star! [Hook: Mr. Krane] Grab yo' Glocks, when you see my dog Call the cops, when you see my dog, huh Yo, this is Russian Revolution, motherf**ers, if you don't stop We're gonna make you do it, s**er, we hit you up... [Bridge: Mr. Krane] Yo, this is a lil' warning to the Russian f*gs who claim themselves the rappers! We k** you! P, kick it! [Verse 5: Young Prada] Russian motherf**ers haven't got 64's They don't have blings and they have no hoes These motherf**in' b**hes think that they are real rap Motherf**in' St1m and Stariad said they are 'not crap' I've got no words to say about russian b**hes, they are sh** The b**hes like Loc-Dog can't make the hit We're gonna save our rap, we're gonna save hip-hop We're gonna tell all Russian motherf**ers "Yo, stop!" [Verse 6: Mr. Krane] And if these s**ers don't stop, we will make them! We'll rise our gangsta army to show 'em we hate 'em Our middle fingers won't go down, we will take our guns And they will f**in' fall down like these f**in' cops They were shot in '93 by King of Rap - 2Pac And he was making real sh**, not like f*g-a** punks I have already said everything that I wanted to say And you, the Russian sheep-f**ers, go to church to pray! [Hook: Mr. Krane] [Verse 7: Young Prada] I don't listen to that sh**, because I start to feel bad I'm sure that Russian fake rappers are just unable to rap I look at these b**hes and I wanna play Wanna k** this motherf**ers, what can you say? He makes the horrible songs but wants to diss me You know, I'm motherf**in' P.I.M.P., I work hard, I play hard, homie, can't you see? Let's destroy Russian crap, don't buy their CD's! [Verse 8: Mr. Krane] We don't apologize cause it's just the way we are We don't hate every Russian rappers, yo, we got one star His name is Noize MC, he's like our Eminem The problems of young generation are important for him Drugs, s**, relations, politics and the night clubs - He makes a lot of kinds of songs, he is from suburbs He could become a real G if he lived in LA He is true rapper, and swaggers go to pray! [Hook: Mr. Krane] [Outro: Mr. Krane] Hey, b**hes! We haven't finished yet! We gonna murder you, ALL OF YOU!!! *gunshots* Ah, three f*ggots less. Huh. L'ego, P! *BANG*