Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Respect Deez , by - Hieroglyphics. Release date: 17.05.2004
Song language: English
Respect Deez |
| Aww now you could run |
| Or you could stand off |
| But I’ll have your whole crew |
| Luther Vandros |
| Coz if you in the Bay |
| You’ll probably gone hit me |
| Coz boy I got that Bobby and Whitney |
| That Sid and Nancy if you chance me, you can’t see |
| Don’t make have to pull a biscuit out the pantry |
| It’s on. |
| Dis boy gets stoned with Angie |
| Never touch a thing but ya own phalanges |
| I got a pocket full of lighters coz I’m a smoker |
| Them buds look like I’m in Roker |
| A shamen, help fools, beer and top rhymin' |
| You know you sucker ninjas is square so stop rhymin' |
| High rolls the outfit, now fuck with that |
| Thermal scope, cross hairs on your truck or hat |
| It’s nuthin, just how my brain be bustin' |
| Gold diggers monitor your game reduction |
| How producers make hits with the same percussions? |
| Cash got the gam instructions |
| Yeah this is the world famous Hieroglyphics crw |
| If our fees ain’t flow back |
| And our flows ain’t snap on, c’mon |
| We got kicks like soccer to click |
| Mix the vodka with the shit |
| To get ya proper da hit |
| With operation respect deez |
| I’m wise like ganja |
| Smoke yo geronimo |
| Then jump out the car |
| Respect the most honourable |
| Side-steppin weirdos like I’m in greewnich village |
| Can I kill it semi spill it seven six civilly |
| To the cadillac roll |
| Homie let me pass the fire |
| Let the records spin like hundred spoke tires |
| Quick **** on jim jones or david koresh |
| Quick to smack em with the shovel |
| Put my weight on the chest |
| Quit the pied piper ninja, eye of the tiger |
| Rounds are hit counterfeit, synthetic formica |
| That could never reach the heights of the tall sapoya |
| Get rushed in the hall probably call ya lawyer |
| I don’t drink with a bodyguard or with a shotty hard |
| Lrd knows I prolly need one |
| Livin in eastrn oaklan brothers tokin |
| And relatin to coordinary |
| It’s too ordinary, the more the merry |
| The biz, the whizz kids, the pyramids |
| Architects from the west, the best, period |
| We peerless and when the party people hear dis |
| They ready to start and the people, here it is |
| I think mega irregular when i grab the pen |
| I spit secular megalomaniac mack’n |
| Just to consider me the epitome |
| Plus ** the sparkle and glitter |
| With a herd of heavy hitters at my back |
| I bet I’ll split a critter down the middle |
| And I’ll respond, react |
| Reiterate the fact, obliterate the wack |
| I’m hear to make a sack |
| My lyrics blaze the track |
| A natural black aphrodesiac |
| I’m melanin magnetic with my breezy naps |
| And my easy smile, and my brand new style |
| I’m pimp lover the hieroglyphics covenant and you |
| Outta your mind, thinkin you can get outta your line |
| I snatch your spine outta your behind while |
| The alpine plays |
| One of them beats thats plays and slays |
| MCs as we move on through the maze |