Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Rell (Interlude), artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Hell Rell (Interlude) |
| Yeah, this for them niggaz thats locked, D-AHHHOOOOOOOWN! |
| God damn it! |
| Razor buck 50, cafeteria slammin shit in niggaz face |
| Goin crazy, slicin C-O's, deckin niggaz |
| Lights out niggaz, killin niggaz that’s rattin |
| and ALL that crazy shit nigga! |
| Holla at them nigga Rell, spit for these niggaz out there locked up |
| Let these niggaz out here hear, what the fuck you talkin bout |
| ummmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm… |
| I said yo |
| From around the time when B.I.G. |
| first got on his Coogi and Versace shit |
| I was uptown buyin coke on my? |
| metapapi? |
| shit |
| Like, «Listen Pedro, this aint good yayo |
| Give me my moula back |
| or you’ll be the first +German+ I point my +Luger+ at |
| Y’all better take it easy |
| Yeah you hot but, that’s because it burn everytime you take a pee-pee |
| Stare at the chain too long bet he be blind |
| When it come to that dope, I tap dance on it like Gregory Hines |
| and fuck what you heard this the real Rell |
| They could give me time for throwin the whole clip at you |
| I’ll be back down on a appeal bail |
| The flow, airtight |
| If Jesus turned water to wine |
| you can turn that ho to a housewife, yeah right! |
| And everything in check like a pair of Air Nike’s |
| We like to jump niggaz, never had a fear of fights |
| You take bitches shoppin, and take em out to eat |
| If they aint got a place to stay, then you take em out the street |
| All I do is be dressin them hookers |
| Before you know it |
| got them bitches on the strip, with the rest of the hookers |
| And nigga I did the crime, I ain’t gonna cry about this time |
| or hold no grudge with the judge |
| Just shackle me down, put me up North |
| Send me to my cell, long as y’all dont fuck with my food or my mail, I’m |
| good nigga |
| Before you know it, I’ll be back in the hood |
| with my hair wavy leaning back in the Mercedes |
| Screamin, «Look what the FUCKIN pennitentiary made me!» |
| Thugged-out heartless and crazy, shit! |
| I didn’t shoot niggaz for nothin, they was beggin for that |
| and I didn’t make the fiends buy it, they was beggin for crack |
| DipSet, bitch! |
| Yeah nigga, you’naw I love you |
| That was crack right there, Rell! |
| I love you, nigga it’s nothin |
| I love you too my nigga |
| Everybody love you, nigga |
| When you come home we got you, aight my nigga? |
| No question homie |