Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Espacio, artist - Black Rob. Album song Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.11.2012
Record label: Bad Boy, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Espacio |
| Dangerous niggas |
| Uhh Black Rob shit |
| Y’all don’t know? |
| Uhh Uhh |
| Dangerous niggas |
| Lil Kim and Black Rob |
| Yellowman |
| P Diddy, the moment you all been waitin for |
| Murder yeah, ha ha yeah |
| What y’all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South |
| Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth |
| Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin |
| Like I won’t slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse |
| Till you get home, I’m amped like a part of ya couch |
| Then sit on me, that’s what I’ma spit filthy |
| Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me Tried to tell his coward ass it’s real |
| Actin like I can’t get through that Slomen Shield |
| I’m a veteran, I’ll take devils in front of him |
| Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers |
| Still sending? |
| kites with birds? |
| Nothin’s heard, feds wanna tap my word |
| Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds |
| You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches |
| Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches |
| Give respect where respect is due |
| Keep frontin, and I’ma put the tech to you |
| Coward |
| Dame espacio |
| Man back up off me Dame espacio |
| Can I get a minute to breathe? |
| Dame espacio |
| That means give me space |
| Dame espacio |
| Damn back up off me Like I’m just talking like I never did these things |
| Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings |
| I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine |
| Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm |
| Press the button bitch I’m not havin |
| Or it’ll your? |
| super? |
| employee leave in a bag and |
| Black wagon, bait boy I’m not braggin |
| It’s a promise, I’ll take em to school like Nastradamus |
| It’s my thing do what I do best |
| Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts |
| How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls |
| What’s mines is mines, what’s yours aint yours |
| Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours |
| Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs |
| Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won’t lamp in the hall |
| Like New Year’s and drop the ball, bitches! |
| Where I come from, we all got guns |
| Be a hundred of yall and we still won’t run |
| Call the cops, they still won’t come |
| We bang on niggas like we playin the drums |
| These cats think they know me Black |
| Well I hit em over the head and say «Homey don’t play that» |
| Listen to they rhymes and say didn’t I say that? |
| Damn, I’m the shit, it’s like I’ma nigga they be bitin my dick |
| Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks |
| Go on y’all can have my flow |
| I extort y’all hoes for all yall dough |
| And by now I think all yall know |
| Who’s the winner, still champ by T.K.O. |
| WHAT |