Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doe-Rey-Me, artist - Big Scoob. Album song H.O.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Doe-Rey-Me |
| I don’t know how you live, but how I live, I don’t step out the house unless |
| I’m going to get some fucking paper |
| There’s only two things to do when you step out the house: That’s either get |
| some paper, or die trying. |
| Raised in it, and I lived in it |
| No way to win it, but I’m still in it |
| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga |
| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga |
| The game’s shook, it’s Young Bo$$ the Kansas City crook |
| And I don’t fuck with bigs, nigga, the Big Bad Wolf |
| Hustle hard, and loyalty: That’s all I constitute |
| If you ain’t talkin' money, then nigga it’s fuck you like a prostitute |
| But if you talkin' benjamins, I’m cummin' like an ejaculation |
| Test me, I empty the whole clip like an evacuation |
| Money still the conversation, when money talks, I’m all ears |
| Switchin' gears, hit the club, then bottles pop like New Years |
| No fear, gotta rush and chop like I’m from Moscow |
| Let off five shots with five niggas, I need five towels |
| Milk the game like five cows 'till money’s sittin' in five 'Pal's |
| If I get caught and go to trial, I’m pleadin' amendment five now |
| If you a witness, I’m takin' you out of the game like you got five fouls |
| Watch your back, cause I-O-U like three of the five vowels |
| Fuck that it’s time to switch it up |
| I’m high as fuck and drunk with a pistol tucked |
| I’m in traffic just like the morning rush |
| And I’m the shit, when I hop out, toilets flush |
| Bo$$ |
| Doe-Rey-Me |
| Money minded, motivational |
| Appetite, I’m insatiable |
| Don’t blame me |
| Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga |
| Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga |
| Doe-Rey-Me |
| Raised in it, and I lived in it |
| No way to win it, but I’m still in it |
| Don’t blame me |
| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga |
| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga |
| Listen here, let me teach you something |
| That nigga livin' don’t owe you nothing |
| Block niggas, we come from nothin' |
| Take these scraps and make 'em somethin' |
| That’s the way it was told to me |
| Think about it, it was sold to me |
| Laughin' 'bout how these hoes would be |
| Talkin' bout how it’s supposed to be |
| Little buddy, try’na walk’n my shoes |
| Shed no blood, I ain’t paid no dues |
| Fuck with me and I’ll fuck with you |
| Loyalty for just a few |
| Take this package and distribute |
| Pay your debts and follow suit |
| Link up a team, hustlers with dreams |
| Killer gorillas that’ll die for you |
| Eye for eye, we ride together |
| We eat together, we’ll die together |
| Always, any type of weather |
| Blood line can never be severed |
| Blood in, nigga, blood out |
| We beat these streets 'till they bled out |
| Beat these streets to the bread count |
| Get your bread out 'fore the feds pounce |
| Work this shit like a nine to five |
| Hustle, hustle, always keep it in drive |
| Hustle, hustle, help your people survive |
| Hustle, hustle, get your piece of the pie |
| Dream big, nigga, reach for the sky |
| Many dreams in these gutters have died |
| Spread your wings and take your flight |
| Fearin' nothing, now chase the light |
| Doe-Rey-Me |
| Money minded, motivational |
| Appetite, I’m insatiable |
| Don’t blame me |
| Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga |
| Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga |
| Doe-Rey-Me |
| Raised in it, and I lived in it |
| No way to win it, but I’m still in it |
| Don’t blame me |
| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga |
| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga |
| Don’t blame me, I’m a product of the painting |
| A fragment of a faint dream |
| I’m a song that niggas can’t sing |
| Forty-one-eleven blam team |
| Twenty-seven-hundred champion |
| Still involved with them same niggas that’ll pull up and do the damn thing |
| That’s all sides, got family ties that’ll all ride |
| Death dealers in different colors, they my brothers, ya’ll all die |
| No lie I’m truth tellin' |
| Got niggas gellin' cause dudes' yellin' |
| Snuggled up to them same people that’d shoot you down and recruit felons |
| Ya’ll can have it, I’m done with it |
| Don’t me, follow none, nigga |
| Do it all for them funds, nigga |
| I’m turnt up like a young nigga |
| Best to watch your tongue, nigga |
| I yank it out 'fore you done, nigga |
| That tough talk’ll get fucked off |
| Touch jaw, and I won, nigga |
| I pledge allegiance to the people |
| Power to the unequal, courageously fighting evil |
| We hustle like it’s the sequel to barely makin' a livin' |
| For family it ain’t no livin', I get it chasin' my vision |
| Doe-Rey-Me |
| Money minded, motivational |
| Appetite, I’m insatiable |
| Don’t blame me |
| Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga |
| Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga |
| Doe-Rey-Me |
| Raised in it, and I lived in it |
| No way to win it, but I’m still in it |
| Don’t blame me |
| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga |
| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga |