Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faith, artist - Papoose. Album song The Nacirema Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Faith |
I believe |
I believe |
I believe |
I believe |
(Verse 1: Papoose) |
I’m feelin grouchy, saucy, hungry |
Rolocini, new sex, lookin for bruised necks and blondies |
Won’t make em baby mommies, I just wan em to swallow me |
Sometimes that be the only thing that calms me |
Police be actin like Starsky and Hutch |
These fucks scheming so they could charge me |
Cops needs colors so they could feel bossy |
You tryna get yo colors up, you think you Fonzy? |
I eat a lot of fish and parsley |
Green vegetables, sweet peas and broccoli |
Drink a lot of water so it could wash me |
My homie told me stop eatin rappers, he tryna starve me |
I ain’t startin trouble but pardon me |
Rappers get a little hard and start actin cocky |
Maury Povich need to swab me |
These dudes used to be my sons like Charles Barkley |
You think you Scarface? |
I bet the shower to you |
Get rid of Tony like 'Melo and Amar’e |
Man, that’s word to Gadhafi |
Your war stories put me to sleep, I need some coffee |
Bragging bout old work, that’s beyond me |
You ain’t put in no work since a tardy |
Man, you washed like the laundry |
You a ex murderer like Ashanti |
The back of the club, that’s where the gods be |
Being all that we could be, me and my army |
They said I can’t rock a party |
Give me the mike, I’m a rocket, they better launch me |
My music is judged harshly |
Everybody making comments, they wanna blog me |
Knowledge of the game they posses hardly |
I call em a bunch of meatheads like Archie |
Haters say they wanna stomp me |
I know how to weave and bob, no Marley |
Dig my way up out of a grave if I get bodied |
Dug er, dug er, they better bury me under concrete |
Yea, king of New York |
Yea yea, I’m the king of New York |
Yea yea, king of New York |
Yea nigga, I’m the king of New York |