Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wonderful World, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Camouflage [Re-Release], in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Wonderful World |
To everyone I loved |
To everyone I loved, to everyone who fronted me drugs |
To everyone who ain’t get in the club |
To everyone who went half on the dub |
To everyone in the back of the pub with pints in they mug |
To Bugs for ducking Elmer Fudd, that’s a thug |
On the run from Beelzebub, tell flex I bought the lugs |
Come on duke, let a brother get a rug |
Hey yo, cards spin often so proceed with caution |
Don’t get lost in the sauce and conflict, get nauseous |
And spit wit, an iron tongue don’t miss this |
Flow so nasty it’s ridiculous, cripple lids when I chop lines |
You notice it, like napalm explosions are soaked in timbs |
Rolling with the circle in sights, wrecked mics, I’ll step right |
Get bounced like the checks I write, these niggas be like |
Look at my life, alcoholic like Holden Caulfield but I’m sober tonight |
Rather sober for the moment ‘cause I’ve chosen to hold off |
Home smoking this blunt until 5−0 rolls off dog |
I’m just trying to get high in peace, then chill, then peace |
On the livest streets, Illadelph where I’m keeping the beat |
Synced to the rhythm of the water rippling over stones and Cobbs Creak |
That’s over your head on top of the nest |
Lyrical wave caps, rusty bear traps |
Half step, he prone to snap |
Spitamat— our wings don’t flap |
Players going for gats wanna be running back |
Buckle that chin strap, Billy ‘bout that attitude mega black |
On the edge of Magellan maps |
I’mm change the game like aluminum bats |
Gear head the pack even spitting old raps |
Like that’s the future, hop in whips with designated shooters |
Sing crazy shells, King Cooper kamasutra tutor |
Show you how the work that cooter, you go girl |
It’s a wonderful world, all things considered |
I’ll drink to that in a nuclear winter, shiver me timbers |
Original pirate material, bodies on my mic, scratch the serial |
I got reasonable doubt that you illmatic or ready to die tragic |
But this only built for southernplayalistic strictly for my nigga |
Shit, back in the woods, spliff lifted, back of the hood |
Holding two piece for a biscuit, kiwi strawberry mystic |
Unknown soldiers poured liquid and grip that two-fisted |