Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anybody, artist - B-Real. Album song The Prescription, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Audio Hustlaz
Song language: English
Anybody |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |
We motivate with that head bang |
Indoor smoke, like that flavor |
Light it up and it symbol tation |
Many say that we all gave up unconditional love |
She be stackin' up fud (quit it) |
International, sensational, we be usin' all recreational |
Quit the chainin', then I make the lamin', then I hit the blamin' |
That’s real shit |
Then I roll it up and then I smoke it up |
And I put it under funky feel tip |
Got no respect, you’re so upset |
It’s in yo face when I smoke the set |
I loose up next when the dro’s on deck |
How you gonna smoke when you broke yo neck? |
Say waddup with that G life: God is good, man ungrateful |
I be stalkin' that green light |
Into Fort Knox and this shit so faithful |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |
I came in the place to do my thang and pump the bass |
Pick up the heat, now pick up the pace |
And talk that shit right in your face |
I’m a east side Small Beach, gangbang affiliate |
What he want? |
What he hit? |
He always keep that filly litch |
You silly bitch, I know yo name |
Inside yo dope, pickin' yo brain |
Look at the plane, keepin' the game |
Shootin' stars, give it yo pain |
Lay down, stay down |
Swift line, I don’t play around |
Don’t play around, clear the block |
Both hands up like 12 o’clock |
Tick-tock, ziplock, full of vegetation, inspiration |
Gravitation, nigga don’t say shit |
I bust with the K clip, bitch |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |
My queen can sit on my throne |
My team protectin' my dome |
Might bring to offer my phone (?) |
Bitch, keep away from my clothes |
This stuff was always on call |
Use to put me on speed dialin' |
Still a part of that hall of fame |
They be up on my weedstop |
Got the ratchet ass first |
With ribbon stashed in her purse |
They come to me for that therapy |
Don’t care of bein' in line first |
They be wantin' that good Buddha |
Tie it up when I hang that green |
Don’t believe me? |
You can ask Snoop Lion |
Who be rollin' with the tangerine |
(They be wantin' that good Buddha) |
(Tie it up when I hang that green) |
(Don't believe me? You can ask Snoop Lion) |
(Who be rollin' with the tangerine) |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |
I don’t make no deal with just anybody |
You might be police or the federales |
Round and round we go with em gaze up |
Round and round we go when em thangs pop |