Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drama , by - Ghostface Killah. Release date: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Drama |
| Ayo, where the fuck is that blunt at? |
| Where y’all niggas hoggin' the shit, man? |
| Two pulls of that shit—nigga start gettin paranoid and shh |
| Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga! |
| Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on? |
| Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga |
| It was the night before he got popped |
| Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot |
| Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth |
| Next to the Town House crackers Madden on, 2008, a G a game |
| I’m Ron O’Neil the love seat sunk deep |
| Lil niggas bussin off they punk heat |
| I’ll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys |
| But I ain’t wettin that |
| I don’t wanna send nobody back, violate me, take a nap |
| Promise you got something lord that will honor you |
| Blow your lil head off while you’re tying your shoe |
| But back in the kitchen Pyrex’s |
| Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests |
| 86 got guards on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they rob ??? |
| To them that’s natural actual play the squib God we gettin at you |
| And we don’t want to rap to you |
| It’s not Kosher |
| It’s not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer |
| Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come over |
| Hoping you falll for the bait thinking you safe |
| Had that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes |
| I want the ones nigga you non believers you can ask your momma |
| Now that’s drama |
| Dollar icy from papi with the scraper Glock with the laser |
| Trying my best not to pop yet but the drop is major |
| Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch this |
| I never been this itchy hope these cops just |
| Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play third |
| In a softball tournament round my way say that’s your word you bird |
| I’ll put your beak on a curb but anyway |
| Looks like a good game the pigs ain’t leaving so I’m a lay |
| Nice play just too bad it’s your last |
| Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass |
| So watch the teams line up shake hands guess the games over |
| Faggot nigga hopped in a Liberty fake Range Rover |
| I’m on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 |
| Broad day I’m trying to dodge a cover story |
| Look like he stopping for gass I’m a pluck him yay |
| This had to be his most unlucky lucky day |
| 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there |
| Acting like my tires need air |
| He closed the gas cap too many things going his way |
| So I just stashed that you probably think I’m bugging but hey |
| I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain’t going nowhere |
| I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer |
| 10 drinks later I’m at Burger King window for a Whopper |
| Look left and see partner I hit the stash blokka |
| Who the fuck you think you is Ron O’Neal? |
| Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peel |
| Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel |
| Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils |
| Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on |
| Fully dressed bitches watching them with they snubs on |
| While I’m in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon |
| Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on |
| Fiends love me like a Drake song |
| Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long |
| Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos |
| Niggas steady pushing keys but we don’t see pianos |
| Niggas steady pushing Phantoms we don’t see the opera |
| Niggas steady rocking dreads you ain’t even Rasta |
| Take your New Era off and reveal |
| The faggot nigga you are or your cap getting peeled |
| Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril |
| That’d chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grill |
| Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill |
| Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it’s real |
| Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson |
| It’s 2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons |
| Top 10 how the fuck you gonna forget Compton |
| Every rapper on your list’ll get their shit stomped in |
| I started soowoo I’m the reasaon for that 5 shit |
| Came in the game on that fucking Ready to Die shit |
| Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly shit |
| Naked pictures R&B bitches all in my Sidekick |
| How I be killin the pussy should be a hate crime |
| Got a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTime |
| Back to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes |
| All they want is money my nigga I can’t waste mine |
| I son niggas like it’s day time |
| Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist lines |
| Smooth as a baby’s ass and I got that Baby cash |
| Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had |
| Motherfucker |