lirik lagu dray da premier – represent
straight up sh-t is real, streets made of steel, and it feels really great
tomorrow be another day but tackles when you’re late
back in middle school, a dream i had, music cl-ss
and i’m smashing bottles on heads that are made of gl-ss
rebellion is the feeling, my emotions through the ceiling
and guilloti’in, every soul of my foes, i’m peeling
off in a new whip, drop top style livin
and i’m comin’ down the boulevard in 20-inch, ri-ims
but i’m living in the past like a paradox
see a couples n-ggas slingin’ on the corner blocks
i park my sh-t around the corner and i lock it up tight and i’m
f-ckin’ wit a n-gga witha dyk- as a wife
and it’s time to clean up, turn the instrumental on
my fatboy scoop impression inmy voice goes with the song
and i’m vibing, n-ggas be starin’ but they know
that the real sh-t comes from pre-mo!
buck buck- goes the guns and i recognize the time
2nd line of the verse. i recognize the rhyme
i’m thinking that this dream is over
but nah cuz, man i’m drivin the spyder over the shoulder
centennial, tryin out for jv, but they can’t see me
fast as gastric byp-ss, from the -ss, bruh you sweet
i used to wake up every morning with a fat snitch b-tch
f-ckin oreo cookies to me, get off my d-ck
and they don’t wanna c-ck back and blast to me
tuomy willhout will have to reduce me, to 2 peice. and bruise his knees
see what n-ggas don’t get is now that martians matter
young money’s gonna be broke because of marshall mathers
gotta stop this, sh-t or it’s getting pop-ped
i got a lot of heat that i could bust, just acknowledge
the rep, pay homage respect, or i should tell ya
listen to me, or be gone n-gga we major
see my, stats a fact, i’m strapped and packed, with macs
and planning an attack on the black, just cut the act
takin’ out the trash like that, fake n-ggas bearing tats
used to try to impress, but now i don’t give a f-ck
nowadays i got to put up with sh-t, bruh that’s my luck
but at school n0body f-cks with me
try to buck with me i’ll bust your knee with a machete
f-ckin’ try me
i’m harder than terry crews
n-ggas’ll sing the blues when they see ya boy break bread with
terrace n-gga fools
we lost premo, but that’s okay, but now we gotta be on our toes, and we must pray
my n-gga please, the streets, is nothin’ but a disease like cancer
untreatable, it k!lls you, sh-t i got all the answers
and c-cksuckin’ -ssh0l-s be snitchin’ for the cream
i had a epiphanies of najee dying, but it was all a dream
yo, i call the crew to get live to
but bruh, let’s escape the projects on the fences
represent this
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu tio freezy – escuta
- lirik lagu the wiggles – little children
- lirik lagu cliff richard and the drifters – that’ll be the day
- lirik lagu jj doom – dawg friendly
- lirik lagu battler – served and died
- lirik lagu cb radio – hear me out
- lirik lagu tiziano ferro – quando ritornerai
- lirik lagu ghemon – paraphernalia
- lirik lagu the vandals – if the gov’t could read my mind
- lirik lagu harry nilsson – so long dad