- Cappadonna power TOT和PE so 歌詞
- Cappadonna
- (feat. Lounge, Wiggs & Solomon Childs)
(Intro: Lounge Mode)
Yeah, *****!
Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
Its Code:Red, *****, level four, yall know what it is, man
I told yall, huh? I didnt? Watch this one, though (Goon Squad!)
(Lounge Mode)
Aiyo, I know *****s that get dusted and wild out
They foul out, talk to the cops and play they style out
Me? Im real hood, and them *****s that was fakin before
I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would
Yes, Lord, its all good, you know I hustle
In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
And wait there, if he comin in, dog, gotta wait til later
I squeeze off , ease off from the nine milly
And my *****s be like, 'Watch how he whine, Billy!'
And for the record, these *****s gotta come kill me
Where Im at, in the Hill, by the Ooh, silly
Danger, danger, aint nothin change but space
Ask Space and Daxe, in how they manage
And how I do damage, ** ** takin flicks for cameras
You know them bandanas, run with them clip bananas
Im on the hunt for the big dough to stick Santana
Plus these labels execs come in a calm manner
N.S.Beezy , I stay easy
**** what yall *****s is talkin, Im off the heezy
(Cappadonna)
In the hood, you get fake hugs and cold stares
Heat holdin *****s with the apple colored wears
Trynna getthem greens, premature *****s get knocked out and **** fiend
*****s stand up, Staten Island, rip you and ya mans up
Hands up, yeah, kid, its the real
Rough necks on this side, cats makin a deal
Coke in the bill, weapons appeal, do what ya feel
From Park Hill to Jungle Nillz
So much that we gotta pay the bills
Give us the cream or get killed....
Goon Squad!
(Wigz)
Aiyo, my jewels so chunky, I got a brass monkey
With a, rock in his ear, two chips in his tooth
No cuff, I throw the ol joint off the roof
Its a new year, Im layin new words in the booth
**** 'The Truth', Im 'The Reason' why rap needs to +change+
The same four quarters in +the game+, I got change
Nickles and dimes, rhymes, styles of Beneen
See, Cash Rules Everything, lord, I need C.R.E.A.M.
Gotta team that could elbow out the meat cooler
Im a hustler, I could sell a brick to a jeweler
Off your front porch, g off ya back deck
This me, Lounge and the team, we dishin up the projects
(Solomon Childs)
We killas as sharp as knives
Work for hire, special key be the paralyzer
Got my own killa slang and dancers
Certain hammers for certain circumstances
These the roads of *****s deed, knawhatimean?
I took the advances and bulletproofed the Suburbans
No handouts, stay earnin mine
The hood hate to see a * **** shine and now I know
That a ho gon always be a ho
And 23s cant fit on a 98 Tahoe
And aint no superstars comin off Apollo
The chicks around the way frontin with tongue rings, dont swallow
My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo
The feds could of never caught Cino
P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the peso, *****!
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