Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R.I.P. , by - Alien Sex Fiend. Release date: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
R.I.P. |
| Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo You never met a nigga like me Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude |
| Who be doing what I do? |
| Uh huh, yo whoo! |
| Let’s get at it dog, whoo! |
| Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) |
| But we ain’t coming down, it be them same ole’clowns |
| Aiming your pound pretending they proud |
| But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann) |
| They something like a hater man |
| Talking bad about a playa as if I’m not gon see ya later man |
| You constantly frontin until you confronted on If you don’t like whats going on gwoin to another song |
| Cause I keep a hater guilty |
| My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) |
| From skimpy and empty to fuel on full |
| See I be high when my 'Ca-go Bulls |
| Obey no rules to school you fools |
| Schoolboy’s err’y where, we’re Young Dude news (maann) |
| St. Louis like Blues, D. Miles and Larry Hughes |
| And the Young Dude done paid young dudes’dues dude |
| But yo, what da hook gon’be (Uh oh!) |
| See I don’t need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet) |
| All I need, is the track in the background |
| My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I’ma rip |
| The sun’ll come out. |
| tomorrow |
| And I will never have to borrow |
| Got my first car when I turned sixteen |
| Only drove it home outta town limosines |
| Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell |
| So we did what we had to do for Country Grammar to sell |
| Haha, I stay on my own melodies |
| Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B' |
| That’s how it is, how it better be I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me Close your errs ma you ain’t heard nothin (whaa?) |
| I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin |
| I’m basically coming from nothing to something |
| When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons |
| (We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon?) |
| Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things |
| People always saying man it must be nice |
| No hi no nothing not a simple house life |
| Understand the money’s good but I’m still from the hood |
| So don’t be asking for no inch and be expecting the foot |
| Unless you want a foot (whoo!) |
| I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put |
| And it might not cost me playa |
| Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa |
| And we all push it, but me I push it real good |
| Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood |
| Catch me on your local derrty |
| Or in the studio doing vocals derrty |
| I’m the same dude that came through wit my crew |
| Let the girls do me while you do you |
| And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging |
| And I’ll come up wit these verses that I’m usually slanging |
| I be ripping man |