Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reppin, artist - Audio Push. Date of issue: 19.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reppin |
| I see you reppin' I.E. |
| now, well, get yo' ass up |
| I put this on my mom, my niggas and my last cup |
| I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup |
| Now we bout to blow, just let 'em know the west is back, yup |
| Aight now, cut it up to that eight, let me hear that boom beep bow bam |
| I’m ridin' round wit' no tint, they tryna see who I am |
| At first when they was all on me I was like «Who? |
| Me? |
| Hot damn» |
| They say «Yeah you, boy, Come as You Are? |
| Ooh wee, that’s my jam», yup |
| It’s startin' to get poppin', it’s cameras out when I’m shoppin' |
| Cops on us cause we smokin', fuck that, you got a lighter in yo' pocket, nigga |
| I need that, smoke it up, light it, I.E. |
| hat, go out and cop it |
| Skatin' outside, come out and watch it, posin' ass niggas can’t even ollie |
| Now where yo' favorite rapper? |
| Man, go find two of him |
| If you say that we’ll lose again, we will find you and win |
| Rap game Ryu and Ken |
| Said these niggas is the bomb, I’ll nuke 'em |
| Uppercut 'em, Price, I hit the Hadouken |
| We hot, I am IE, man, don’t speak if you not |
| I see you reppin' I.E. |
| now, well, get yo' ass up |
| I put this on my mom, my niggas and my last cup |
| I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup |
| Now we bout to blow, just let 'em know the west is back, yup |
| Westside, who you wit'? |
| Lose ya shit |
| Eastside, who you wit'? |
| Lose ya shit |
| Northside, who you wit'? |
| Lose ya shit |
| Southside, who you wit'? |
| Lose ya shit |
| Westside, who you wit'? |
| Lose ya shit |
| Eastside, who you wit'? |
| Lose ya shit |
| Northside, who you wit'? |
| Lose ya shit |
| Southside, who you wit'? |
| Look, I was nine years old, ridin' as my momma oldest son |
| Rappin' every lyric to that Dre Chronic 2001 |
| The bible say that life and death is in the power of the tongue |
| So why the rasta pull out gun, it look like I’m supposed to run? |
| I forget too much, I smoke a ton, hear these raps, I’m close to none |
| All I fear is Joseph son, that’s Christ, I’m Price, let me show you sum' |
| Writin' raps in a Ford Focus, that’s where I got my focus from |
| Now bitches see I’m bout my bread, they throw these kicks and show them buns |
| Here they come, aw, here we go again, they tryna lurk |
| Fuck, police at the door again, hide the work |
| Never thought I’d be signing merch |
| I’m flyin' first class just to rhyme a verse |
| I was hustlin', givin' my Uncle Joe ya cash |
| So I could get double back by the first, goddamn |
| Word to Veggies, everything wavy |
| You think you slowin' down my hustle? |
| You crazy |
| I’m a full G, bitch, you just fugazi |
| No more handshakes unless you finna pay me, real shit |
| I see you reppin' I.E. |
| now, well, get yo' ass up |
| I put this on my mom, my niggas and my last cup |
| I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup |
| Now we bout to blow, just let 'em know the west is back, yup |
| Lose ya shit |
| Lose ya shit |
| Lose ya shit |
| Lose ya shit |