Slaine - Rats Maze (feat. Newz And Lecks Get It On) Lyrics
(Intro)If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazesCan't stop , won't stop damn(Verse 1)Up in front the dollar store stood the whoreShe's up to no good beforeWalk into your crib high heels hitting no wooden floorSky across her abdomen, brown eyes shitty faceCold so cold amongst the projects , city scapesA fat man is *****ing her his pop belly hangsHe reeks when he breathesJesus she got fangsShe's stranger than a stranger, she's dangerousShe played atari while old man smoked angel dustBack as kids hanging on the bench of cracking bearingHer boyfriend so crack he's back to rack and tearingShe dropped out in the 10th grade but the sack is smackAnd after that got kicked around like a hockey sackShit is a cold world for a girlShe never had a conscious she only had abortionsBeggars can't be choosers,You eat shit in rationed portionsThis is a story about a ***** back in Boston(Hook)If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazesCan't stop , won't stop damnForce me to look places to look for bad peopleI can't even explain thatThe dangerous, the ruggednessThe pressing , tell 'emCan't stop , won't stop damnForce me to look places to look for bad people(Verse 2)Little man's broke, plus his mom struggle with cold popsAn OG that ODed last screams made his veins freezeOn the southern smoked over chilling in his shoulderScrewing in his lap he cooked his smack , gave us all a slapFrom the greatest crap he died from a fatal zapBesides that , his nesses is smoking restFar from blast , rising questionsFor the one's who'll die nextStarring at the pie racksUp in the projects watching his mom scrip the lighterThe pipe even tighter, she took a tokeFilled her lungs with smokeHeld until she chocked, and blew a cloud from her throat and spokeLike this is the cope reason to cope and pour a C noteI purchase 5 20's with the money rip the plastic bagPlaced a rock on the glass, and yelled the second glass is strongDrag the churk and rob the ashCough like an old hag like little man paces the badPraying for paces with the paces in Boston mass(Hook)If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazesCan't stop , won't stop damnForce me to look places to look for bad peopleI can't even explain thatThe dangerous, the ruggednessThe pressing , tell 'emCan't stop , won't stop damnForce me to look places to look for bad people(Verse 3)Ayo, purp smoke blowing in her hair now she going hardDoor knockers on the air swimming slobbin oggsLive on her knees but worship ain't the purposeShe giving hat service, slurping niggas for pursesOpen the closed curtains, she *****ing everyday y'allClubbing every night different players on the radarSmuther around the way y'all day long no stoppingMels in and out the box she the post officeNo dark physiques ***** pop and burninFry a nigga wig Malcom X with his perminVermin, all in the apartment squirmingDirty laundry, pow dishes no detergentWords she done play a few, snooze and she 'll take your doughCanari type for a wife can't mistake the hoeGot a couple nigga hit, round she don't give a shitNothing new same old script just a different beat(Hook)If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazesCan't stop , won't stop damnForce me to look places to look for bad peopleI can't even explain thatThe dangerous, the ruggednessThe pressing , tell 'emCan't stop , won't stop damnForce me to look places to look for bad people
