UnderWhat - Мой Район
текст песни

Do you want to come to my area with weapons in your hands?
Call zero-three - you will take you back, asshole
Do you see these guys? You are a corpse, asshole (you are the corpse, ha)
No gansta, we just know yourself
And just look to understand what dough you are
I won't be honestly honestly honestly
Well, yes, I believe certainly - I just wonder
Does every asshole believes in his case?
True a little later, each of them has a liquid chair in his pocket
And a little later - the liquid table in the hospital
Drink vitamins, bro, you need to be treated
Izmailovo Park, Fortune, East, Capital
Country - Russia, to all downtime
Underwhat clearly seen by our faces.
Rap in the best traditions, but what about without militia?
These guys in caps of the foolish specifically
Take the acceptance of us, we are not rare at all
But only dick them in the mouth, U-Ru-ru, dick them in the mouth
Underwhat, What, What, What?

Life exit you, you better kill yourself
You'd better having yourself - you will not even live the day
I am the one who includes a current, shocking
Your brain is better to go to another area, thrush
Mo, then what? Wow Wow,
Do a copy of three hundred twenty-kbp / with stereo
You just believe me, although I generally fuck
I will do my rapchik, even if each rapper flops
I will do as before, we will do as it should
We will do rap so that around the types will be happy
On seven hills, in tonned basins
Guys, who have every day - a holiday
Hans OP, it's Big China Underwhat
Change your baby underwear
Change your baby underwear
Click Clak, change your baby underwear
Do you want to come to my area with a weapon?
You want to be a corpse of the bloody puddle
You want, you want something you can not bear
Ask yourself - whether it is enough for this
Do you want to come to my area with a weapon?
You want to be a corpse of the bloody puddle
You want, you want something you can not bear
Ask yourself - whether it is enough for this

E, e, do you want to come to my area with war?
Pave! Think before your head, if you are not stupid
There is no loser battles here.
Here every second is a genius, but what about without movements?
Staff kilograms and money take place every day
The shadow falls on the STAF, and on the bills of prints
Then costs in stores and tent
Juices, cookies, chips, chocolates
But what about without romance? Circles wrapped in candy
Weights puffed in bags - these are the laws of ethics
If eighteen no - close your eyes, ears shut up
And do not listen to my replicas, it is Didi Rop and Kosar, a guy
Go in your area better someone attack
Here you are in the role of hernia and fly like plywood over Paris
You always go here
This is Checkwhat Falcon Mountain,
Fortunate Street - Wang Love for Always, yes!
E, Van Love on Always, yes!

Do you want to come to my area with a weapon?
To prove something? What are you - you don't need anyone here
Well, do not let go, what are you waiting for? We live
And our blood is liquid, it means any speech
Do you want to come to my area with a weapon?
To prove something? What are you - you don't need anyone here
Well, do not let go, what are you waiting for? We live
Blood Our liquid and here you have it
The power of the arguments is once! And force arguments - two
Two styles in Arsenal - Choose or or or
Here in the mouth of the fugal rnby, their cheap alibi
How to calibers on the background of Didi Rop caliber
It's funny to see the Movie Movages of the Last Models
The garbage is brought - so I flew the pipe and player
But here - dick them mouth, problems do not have a problem
And happiness to those who break the assholes on parts
So wander around yes near the Eastern District
We walk threesome, let yourself allow yourself because
This is our area, our zone, our laws
And the entrance is free only familiar - anyone's defense awaits,
Which clings stronger than barbed wire
Friends do not have time to say "while"
As the smell of crispy adventures run down the floor shelf
This is East Cost, devils, we chase you
In our hands turns into a whip your tail (run)