Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Phonte) - Something 2 Ride 2 | Текст песни

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[Break]
This is a little somethin' to ride to
Kick back and just catch a vibe to
I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you

[Verse One]
I got the flyest arsenal
Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal
I'm ape with sh**, I'm on my gorilla thing, thing
Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team

We chop off heads, pop off lead
If it pops off, we spendin' that rock star bread
We doin' numbers like the box office
N**ga you ain't tryna box, then stop talkin'

I got n**gaz from Watts to Boston
From New York to the Chi to Austin
So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya
That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on ya, bong

It's gasoline in my tongue
Patrуn in my kidneys, w**d in my lungs
Trigger on my index finger
Handle in my palm is ringin' my animal alarm

My mind is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect
I'm takin' your life unless you hand me a check

[Chorus]
I've been around
Seen some things, sexed a lotta girls
I did my time but in my mind
I'm still thinkin' it's my world

I got my finger on the pulse of this music sh**
I'm the truest... Now tell me who this sick
And you can swallow everythin'
That's comin' through this d**k

[Verse Two]
Reignin' King of the boom bap
Bomb strapped to my chest askin' where ya goons at?
I'm old school like a StarTek on a voyage like Star Trek
Me unemployed is far fetched

I'm hot, I got corduroy flow
You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show
I book n**gaz for shows and put n**gaz in comas
So I hope that you n**gaz is roamers

'Cause my n**gaz is Ryders like Winona
But we just tryna have a Good Time like Willona
I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner
As far away as Estonia

I'm a sucker for a good suckin', so tell ya b**ch
That's it's best if she investin' with this good luckin'
Mami would you rather fly over n**gaz heads
Or keep your a** in the hood duckin'?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Pardon my French, talk English
Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers
That's why Preme is the head not King
My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing

Street Hop is a culture, I rock with the vultures
To make bread with the opposite toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip sickenin'
And my neckless is glistenin', it's expensive

So don't mention your ice whenever you mention
My rhymes, 'cause my pencil is priceless
So what you runnin' for? N**ga I'm comin' for you
If I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore

True and I'm lawless packin'
I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
After Boom, this afternoon
It's night, night, when me and Preme come back for more

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