Lyrics to Street King Energy Track #7
You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
Alright, alright, that's enough
Things ain't going... that shit
Nigger this is simple, not complicated
I can't be faded,
I'm starting to think I made it
Get out of line, out line, out line
Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigger
Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find you
There's no running from me
Picture me in my darkest hour
I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward
... like the... and fame
You fuck around I make you... yourself like cobain
Turn around disappear, thin air like david blaine
I'm higher than... he's flying a plane
No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
The barrow that... hot air a sauna
Bricks in the door panel causing...
... don corleone... mano a mano
... they call me the piano man
I move the keys fuck the piano man
Sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
Beef I let it blow... and dump it
... niggers be talking all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That base so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun
... your ass out
One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
My night work like fresh out alcatraz
I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
You know it's not fair to stare at my...
Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor
Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigger major
I used to cut crack on my grand mama china
And cook coke think I'm the chef from...
Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar
When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car
They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far
I lobe war, in fact, I'm the commander
I want you to open the box of pandora
I'll destroy you and everything you stand for
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Yeah, I'm a self-side nigger to the bone
And when my niggers ain't around, I do it by myself
Check my track record nigger, haha, 50 yeah
That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit
Wait till y'all hear the shit.
Street King Energy Track #7 Video:
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
Alright, alright, that's enough
Things ain't going... that shit
Nigger this is simple, not complicated
I can't be faded,
I'm starting to think I made it
Get out of line, out line, out line
Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigger
Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find you
There's no running from me
Picture me in my darkest hour
I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward
... like the... and fame
You fuck around I make you... yourself like cobain
Turn around disappear, thin air like david blaine
I'm higher than... he's flying a plane
No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
The barrow that... hot air a sauna
Bricks in the door panel causing...
... don corleone... mano a mano
... they call me the piano man
I move the keys fuck the piano man
Sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
Beef I let it blow... and dump it
... niggers be talking all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That base so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun
... your ass out
One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
My night work like fresh out alcatraz
I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
You know it's not fair to stare at my...
Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor
Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigger major
I used to cut crack on my grand mama china
And cook coke think I'm the chef from...
Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar
When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car
They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far
I lobe war, in fact, I'm the commander
I want you to open the box of pandora
I'll destroy you and everything you stand for
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back
You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues
You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Yeah, I'm a self-side nigger to the bone
And when my niggers ain't around, I do it by myself
Check my track record nigger, haha, 50 yeah
That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit
Wait till y'all hear the shit.
Songwriters:
Publisher:
Powered by LyricFind
Publisher:
Powered by LyricFind
