Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Trippin, artist - El da sensei. Album song The Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Coalmine
Song language: English
Ain't Trippin |
| We cop it off and blast, brag with slang editorial |
| Man they never called you when the loot becomes recordable |
| Audible pro I smash lines into winery |
| Locked in the booth with the neighbors is where you find me |
| Trippin' from days back, but now I’m futuristic |
| 2009 still thrill with linguistics |
| Dwell underneath in the thick of the beat |
| Pick up your feet and wake you from your slumbering sleep |
| Pummel the weak and spit like street sweepers in broad day |
| Spit it the hard way like Cosby on an off day |
| Crazed and throw it together in a better context |
| Always brand new like the cat who ain’t signed yet |
| Rhyme vet, in shape like cardio in the gym |
| Heartless with the pen, regardless who you send |
| Tim, Socks and me, together we team |
| Blowin' off steam, Returners you know the routine |
| Cats wanna front on the name |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| I’mma keep showin' up on the bill so deal with it |
| Heat rocks still kickin' my dude |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| Cock back, hot raps and you know we got that |
| We keep a rappers feet to the flames |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| Packin' with capacity crowds so stay flippin' |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| «No, I’m not playin' with ya» |
| Dude, I’m not trippin', your tunes are not hittin' |
| The Sock spittin', clock chicks gin on the rocks sippin' |
| My Pulp Fiction will knock you out the box limpin' |
| And hot writtens, clown kids like Robot Chicken |
| My clique’s bangin' like chip wagons packed with? |
| We called your blog «Raw Dawg» and crashed the server |
| Enthusiasm curber, we’ll smash your promo |
| Playin' hot potato with your head and catch a murder |
| After I lash out I’m sewing your eyelids |
| Fly shit, burn your retinas and fill up your mind quick |
| I call your chick Dell cause she’s building a virus |
| That’ll cast away your friends like on Gilligan’s Island |
| Look, even your mom loves to see this kid rhyme |
| But when you free I actually see the stink lines |
| I’m three to six times, easily this big time |
| Cause to crush they A game I never need to bring mine |
| We keep a rappers feet to the flames |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| Packin' with capacity crowds so stay flippin' |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| Cats wanna front on the name |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| I’mma keep showin' up on the bill so deal with it |
| Heat rocks still kickin' my dude |
| «I ain’t trippin'» |
| Cock back, hot raps and you know we got that |
| «No, I’m not playin' with ya» |