Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Generation , by - 2nd Generation Wu. Release date: 09.02.2020
Song language: English
New Generation |
| Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah |
| Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker |
| Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah |
| Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker |
| I stay on it, I be goin off |
| Big brain know-it-all |
| Never follow protocol |
| A poet flowing motor oil |
| Show me how to show em all |
| You don’t gotta panic or get frantic |
| I’m as cool as the band on the Titanic |
| If you don’t understand it you should pan across the planet in a hammock |
| Get your mind off that New York city transit |
| Now in Spanish |
| Mira gente, yo me gusta la calma y tranquilo |
| For my people & don’t forget about karma |
| Uh |
| See imma do something that they only say they do (Do what?) |
| Steal your game, call you over, to play a game witchu (the fuck?) |
| I never lied but you bet I’m guessing my aim is true |
| Boy it’s Baby Blue like no oxygen when I flame the booth |
| Sideburns, Wolverine |
| But I got my Sabretooth |
| In the grayish coupe I got more than one like a Wayans spoof |
| Finally shot a gun such PXWER I got to aim & shoot |
| Gotta show respect like when older heads share the game witchu (Knowledge) |
| Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah |
| Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker |
| Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah |
| Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker |
| It’s P! |
| I be the beast when trees roll |
| Niggas peep the wagon, catch shells through peep holes |
| I keep hoes on knees & foes on ten toes |
| My speech flow further than niles go |
| And my best shoes run on tracks that’s my miles bro |
| My eyes low, mind’s fried from getting too high yo |
| Told em I got the hook, wrote the verse so fuck it, I’m back spazzin' |
| Bargasm when I dip in the pocket you know what happened |
| Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah |
| Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker |
| Hey, y’all can’t fuck with Fifth like R. Kelly |
| Can’t fuck with the kid, A drunk nanny nigga lost his wig |
| I’m playing |
| Yeah Nigga |
| You know what the fuck time it is nigga |
| Yo somebody better be rollin up right NOW |
| Need some muh fuckin weed in this bitch |
| Niggas came through, shitted all over this muh fucka |
| INTeLL |
| Really doe? |
| Like c’mon man |
| Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah |
| Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker |
| Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah |
| Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker |