Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shovlin' Snow, artist - Birdman. Album song Fast Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Shovlin' Snow |
| We shovlin' snow the hood is all great |
| He know where to go so we pushing off weight |
| We all good with the hoes and the hood |
| And we stash in the house like a pimp should, nigga |
| New era fitted low, favorite team on my hat |
| Fly boy nigga I should have wings on my back |
| Murder and drugs, you never seen none of that |
| I’m cheating on my girlfriend, sleeping with my gat |
| How you gon' tell me about me? |
| Curren$y … way back in the G |
| Back when Pimp C may pump the party |
| And Soulja Slim laced up his first pair of reece |
| Yeah, I got a fashion for flare |
| I got a stain on my birdmans but I don’t care |
| I fuck with baby money and get a hundred more pair |
| Young Money we connected and respected everywhere |
| Yeah, but I’m just tryna' to be cool |
| And see if I can get decisions flew in from Peru |
| . |
| in projects, and holla in my booth |
| Now shorty when this package come let me put it by you, aight |
| Ah |
| Standin' in my D-boy stance is all gravy |
| Baby, probably see me ridin' in my sky-blue Mercedes |
| Probably with my lady |
| I got the seat laid back and my pimp posture |
| She doin' the speed limit while I’m eating shrimp pasta |
| Two hands on the wheel with the thick glasses |
| Cops pull us over probably think she take classes |
| But she don’t go to community college |
| Graduated from the block, she got yayo knowledge, homie |
| Load up the shells, light up the L’s |
| Put the work on the scale without breaking the nails |
| Plus she likes to cook that good crack |
| See to me she a diamond but to you she a hood rat |
| See that’s my bitch and I’m her nigga |
| State the state, paper plates 'til the money is bigger, yeah |
| Good mommies put your ones up |
| And when the feds come put the guns up |
| Let’s get it ma' |
| Nigga |
| This is the payback |
| I know them bitch niggas from way back |
| When I was in the project selling crack, nigga |
| With two macs and the 'lac laid back, homie |
| Gettin' paper like a nigga supposed to |
| We hear you niggas talking fly shit |
| Young money cash money ain’t gon' ride a bitch, nigga |
| And make us flat all your tires quick |
| And grab the hammer cockin' straight between your eyes, bitch nigga |
| We flippin' work through the airport |
| I got my ho holdin' dope in her asshole, nigga |
| We got the streets poppin', homie got the institution |
| And I ain’t done whole head niggas. |
| And we be poppin' that monster cart |
| 'Cuz when the gag got it poppin', some niggas go to droppin' nigga |
| So drop it like it’s hot, pimp let me get that plaque |
| Got a million in the house, and twenty in the cab, wha! |
| They call me Weezy F, baby from my hard work |
| I told hardware something up or coffin jump |
| Leapin' this 6 feet 0, be bold |
| And then you be home to beast on |
| Lil nigga know so, them lil niggas playin' with no clothes |
| I kill them all put on a jacket 'cuz that’s cold |
| My old rollie hands to the froze |
| When no tick tack I’m getting money run the Glock boy |
| Am I hot boy, you bitch about me |
| And if you trippin' she bitch 'bout me |
| I’ve been 'bout me, nigga |
| Weezy F baby, key-sellin' like the naval base |
| I got woofers in this place to bang, nigga I got nasal base (shi') |
| I got white parts of haze so kick some soul 1988, niggo |