Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Late Night Arrival ( Produced by J-Love ) [feat. Trife Diesel, Wigs & Solomon Childs], artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Hidden Darts Special Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Late Night Arrival ( Produced by J-Love ) [feat. Trife Diesel, Wigs & Solomon Childs] |
Yeah, son, it’s the Einstein Theodore theory, street philosphy |
Step foot on our block, there’s no way possibly |
Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin’me |
Talk out your mouth, you better speak properly |
Aiyo, first of all, you ain’t worth to brawl |
And my fifth, call it the gift, when I curse you all |
See I’m a soldier, look at my ranks |
On the block, we got that water bubblin’like we cookin’up franks |
This is Trife Diesel, get familiar with the name |
I’m here, to stay for a while, so steel it in your brain |
My guerrillas’ll bang, we are the Planet of the Apes |
Clips as long as bananas, throw them hammers in your face |
From the land of the pushers, hustlers and handlers |
With military, heavyweight standers |
Cameras on the cannons, move amongst hoes and gamblers |
Empties on my project balconies |
My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me |
I’m royalty, motherfucker gon’bow to me 20−04, vampires that’ll rip off your neck |
And eat your garlic, murder, from New York to Charlotte |
It’ll beat a nigga down like Sonny Carlton, when he ran through a gauntlet |
Yo, my plate never pork, I sink deep into minds where you can’t talk |
Cough it up, bitch, I shine like Chinaware |
Shine like the box in the live ball player amped |
Fuck Mike Jordan, it’s P-Tone in the air |
Pullin’over NARCs with mad coke stashed in the spare |
Guns and all that, the NARCs said, why you dipped in all black |
Said, I’m comin’from a funeral, y’all boys can fall back |
It’s Wiganomics, I drop like a brick in the third |
And y’all fruit cake niggaz think my style’s absurd |
Only the birds I blow back, Staten Island super gat |
Talk is pork, I get that money then stupid stack |
Theodore, we state of the art, you wanna keep that |
Chain around your neck, you better play your part |
Cuz ain’t a damn thing sweet, like the Wonka Factory |
This the Enterprise/Theodore shit, you no match for me |