Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phone Tap, artist - AZ. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol.1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Record label: EMI, Legacy, Motown
Song language: English
Phone Tap |
f/ Dr Dre |
Nas: |
Yo this Esco, who this |
AZ: |
Whats the dilly |
I just touch grounds down in Philly |
Brought a pound with me Feds floatin around silly |
Tryin ta find land |
They suppose ta be in the benz |
Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan |
Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned |
This post of this loan |
The ass had us both in the zone |
But you know the rules |
Both been schooled by older dues |
I know the jews |
No time for them thoughts, to much to lose |
Just tryin to vibe to them ho’s role with the ride |
Where’s your joint Pras |
You know little Dezk gotcha eyes |
Nas: |
In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck |
Your boy’s what, three years old know correct |
Here my daughter Ase neck in neck |
They furtures set |
Trees got me wet in the backgrounds of oakset |
Fly steppin they mail shit |
Whats the deal with all this shit I’m hearin up top |
You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop |
That ain’t ya stee, you usually low key with no t |
I’m only goin on for what some weak bitch told me AZ: |
That’s some ill shit |
Hear that bitch go with a click |
Nas: |
Dun I’ll hit you right back cause the static is stick |
Guy Speaking in spanish |
Chorus (Dr.Dre): |
We got you phone tap |
What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew |
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue |
Then you threw |
We got you phone tap |
What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew |
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue |
We got you |
AZ: |
We just hit the cribo |
I’m cruled up on this pillow |
I’m still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more |
The shit touched me Tryin ta chill, just lit a dutche from a while back |
Same foul cats who tryed to bust me Caught em’sleeppin |
A spanish harlem with some portoricans |
Up in washington heights right off the decan |
Feel owful speakin for some vians that feels the phone tap |
Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back |
Nas: |
Keep your eyes open |
Stay wide, shit is mind blowin |
Look for any sign showin, one time is knowin |
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more |
Cats bleed in this cold war |
Some we took an oath, then this life took us both |
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth |
Now I’m on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone |
This lifes scarmed |
Its formin in the sky |
You comin home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly |
hold up my other side |
Nature: |
Yo son some other cats tried to rulin our plans |
Sendin to decoy bitches with pictures of you and ya man |
Askin ya where abouts |
I gave them no leads |
For all the nigga know them ho’s fuck with the police |
Nas: |
No shit I’m clickin over |
I’ma tell Sosa quick son |
Them outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit |
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho’s stomach |
Said it’s no hundred |
We FBI’s most wanted |
So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags |
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast |
Chrous |
AZ: |
Yo it’s all good. |
I’ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. |
Word. |
Nas: |
Stay on point. |
Don’t even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up. |
AZ: |
Out. |