Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spanish Fly, artist - Black Rob. Album song Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Spanish Fly |
Yo look clown I come through bully down |
Keep thinkin that you hard take a look around |
I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain |
And when it go down my hoes do the same thing |
We all in the same game, we all willin to bang |
Ain’t nobody going against the grain, so take aim |
B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real |
You rather bet’cha life than face me |
I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee |
Black the feindest, this title I hold I won’t relinquish |
And this type shit you shouldn’t sting wish |
And one phone call and I’ll extinquish, I mean this you seen this |
Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur, Im’a destroy my next challenger |
B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC |
So don’t be apporachin me without the cross and rosary |
Who this nigga 'pose to be, I blast him in the open beef |
Damn Black, how you do that der? |
'Cuz we.dont.care, I’ll take 'em there |
Chorus: Jennifer Lopez |
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough |
Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there) |
Last night I realized I’m dreaming |
Too late now, guess I’ll finish what I started baby |
Y’all niggas heard the first verse no doubt shit bangin |
Verse two make sure none of y’all left hangin |
Got honies lovin this shit too, one wit’choo |
Long as you know my pants don’t fit’choo |
Money good look, understand why he shook |
Shit I’m rich, face all up in the Guiness Book |
Check, all the records I set, its major |
Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor |
Fuck that cajun, guns stay bond cock |
?Boiler on lock? |
hold shit down like Fort Knox |
Man, knock the rhyme unorthadox |
What’cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X |
Give me the props, Im tryin set a mark this year |
And bring the equipment out to the parks this year |
So y’all could see how it used to be |
I’m lookin towards the future see |
Black here to stay, its time y’all got used to me |
Puff said Black ain’t tryin to fit in |
Up and down the coast can’t count the spots I’ve been in |
Put’cha bid in |
Chours |
I hit a ??? |
if my name was Teddy Bender |
Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda' |
I want ch’all to feel hardcore, nothin tenda' |
Blessed this mic for as long as I remember |
Y’all can’t see the Rob, uh-uhh, y’all must be stupid |
If I owe Shawn Combs any money then I recouped it |
I looped it, this fly shit from? |
Nebogada? |
Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Dont Know Me |
I dare you to come against me, run against me |
Use your gun against me, you finito, finished |
I’ve seen wild cats diminished, foldin for, Bad Boy’s known to ball |
Internationally, I’m sayin actually |
I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually |
So, prepare yourself for the storm, Nineteen-nine-nine its on |
And I’m just gettin warm |