Raedawn - Viktor Vaughn

Raedawn - Viktor Vaughn

  • Year of release: 2012
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:00

Below is the lyrics of the song Raedawn , artist - Viktor Vaughn with translation

Lyrics " Raedawn "

Original text with translation

Raedawn

Viktor Vaughn

I could understand it

V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic

Unhand it!

Whoever go after burn they hands and lips

A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips

It’s just another day in the Dunya

Don’t leave your girl around V he might swoon her

Up under the window serenade her like a crooner

Stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later

Use her to gather data

Scoop her in the butter soft moon roof Navigator

Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz

116th by the hour from the Africans

But they won’t let you push 'em

One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him

If I wanted to rob him I would have wore a mask

Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass

Want not, waste not, front not

They didn’t see him dip into the 50 cent blunt spot

V walked the town with space boots, space suits

Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute

Told the streets «What you staring at?»

The sewer cap opened up and said «Why you wearing that?»

He said «Oh you wanna snap, piss-face?

The way you be in everybody business is a disgrace!»

At the park gates «Hark who goes there?»

«It's V, the MC who’s nasty as nose hair»

«You may go»

He said «You should have been say so!»

Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso

«There you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed»

And please keep it moving twice the speed

Consider that your fair warn

Or else I’ll bring it to ya express like Airborne"

Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat

And shout out that little bird from the Word on the Street

He write «VIK» in a sick demented handstyle

And go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while

All he say is «You nuts»

He really had enough of poo putts and crew cuts

Soup’s on!

And I got a coupon

Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon

He said «No!

Duck sauce, soy sauce!

And this ain’t no Burger King so you don’t get no toy, boss»

Oh-oh it’s beer o’clock I think I’m sober

«How 'bout we think this over over a can of King Cobra» (ok)

You ain’t nicer than the lunatic sheister

AKA the Vikster, or the Vikmeister

He wonders should he get a baldie

Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde

That is the question

They wonder why he always wear hats in the sessions

(Listen up) New drink, named it after Chong daughter

Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water

V a strong supporter

Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water

(I dare ya)

C’mon bring the slaughter

(Y'all scared!)

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