Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D- Boy, artist - Big Scoob. Album song Monsterifik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.09.2009
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
D- Boy |
| This one here man |
| Wrote this one for my niggas still trapped in the struggle |
| You know what I mean? |
| My niggas that hustle and get it, You know the fam don’t understand you |
| sometimes, man |
| But this how the fam eat, you know what I mean? |
| It’s what the hood taught us, man |
| It’s all we know |
| This is all I know, always be a d boy |
| Hustle in the streets, don’t understand me, I’m a d boy |
| It be me in the streets, where you don’t understand me, I’m a d boy |
| By any means tryna get that paper |
| Try to stop me, but I’m a d boy |
| Don’t know nothing else but that d |
| In the street |
| I’m a d boy |
| Hustlers but I’m good in the hood |
| Understand I’m a man, plus my hustle is good |
| Mama tryed to raise me right, I chose street life |
| Earn stripes late night, with the rifle talking right |
| Chacing paper, pulling capers, I was tought to get it |
| If making moves make the money, then I’m fucking with it |
| Full of liquor dripping wet, I be pouring more |
| With every move you can smell it dripping out my pours |
| A natural born killer, then that Yay hit |
| I gradguated from a thunder with my pay flipped |
| Took position in the kitchen, I’m the one whippin |
| The red Bloods show me love, I’m the one pitchen |
| Palms itchin while I’m grippin, I get no sleep |
| I’m never slippin, I blow heat |
| These packs and cash of plenty don’t bring joy |
| Now I’m on top, I’m the talk, I’ll always be a d boy |
| This is all I know, always be a d boy |
| Hustle in the streets, don’t understand me, I’m a d boy |
| It be me in the streets, where you don’t understand me, I’m a d boy |
| By any means tryna get that paper |
| Try to stop me, but I’m a d boy |
| Don’t know nothing else but that d |
| In the street |
| I’m a d boy |
| In the hood with me |
| Gotta get out, it ain’t good for me |
| But it keep clothes on my back, meals on the table |
| Imma keep grinding if I’m able |
| Dope statis in the hood, now they call me a kingpin |
| Receave it if you need it, the homie can get it then |
| Plenty guns, plenty funds, we move like an army clique |
| Talk shit, you get hit, we ain’t ones to fuck with |
| The plug delivered, packs fly through the mail |
| Got a bitch at UPS, she bring the package herself |
| Greesed palms, young don, such a vision of wealth |
| It don’t move till I say move, my mission is held |
| Worked hard to be in charge, damb if I lose it |
| Break my bread and shake the feds, probably put it in music |
| That’s my dream and my team, we go so hard for the cream |
| Since the 90s, like it’s never been seen |
| Block monster to a mobster, story written in blood |
| Too raw for the TV, but believe me it’s good |
| In every hood and every city, niggas just like me |
| A yolo soldier |
| This is all I know, always be a d boy |
| Hustle in the streets, don’t understand me, I’m a d boy |
| It be me in the streets, where you don’t understand me, I’m a d boy |
| By any means tryna get that paper |
| Try to stop me, but I’m a d boy |
| Don’t know nothing else but that d |
| In the street |
| I’m a d boy |