Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smile in Ya Face, artist - Black Rob. Album song The Black Rob Report, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Smile in Ya Face |
They smile in ya face, but they ain’t lovin you |
Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W |
Who a nigga on the run, eatin P.O.W.s |
Strapped with arrows, and the chrome b-o-w? |
It’s no act yo, no |
This chick can keep my dick between her cheek and gums, like tobacco |
On the F.D.R. |
doin like 90 a pop |
Fuck five-0 niggas too grimey to stop |
All we came to do was tear up the spot |
Think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or not? |
I’m the one man army, the one hand on the tommy |
If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy |
Your arms too short to box with Rob |
Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card |
A lotta shit I do is off the hard |
And I be like shhh, thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob |
Yall had to go force the god, naw I ain’t got nothin to prove |
Ain’t gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools |
And remember this rule: don’t fuck with niggas that ain’t fuckin with you |
So when you’re home with nothin to do |
Just get comfortable, cause they ain’t doin nothin to you |
And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain’t just a rapper |
Certified Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er |
Heyyo, one two three, to get to them you got to get through me |
And its the Bad Boy family tree, like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop |
And my sole purpose is makin you dance |
Ladies scream «Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance!» |
Now she backstage hand in my pants |
I been tryin to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin my fans |
Like Mi-chelle, uh, my belle |
Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw |
Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y’know what I’m sayin? |
Passed it off to Puff and Loon, wit no delayin |
The average nigga walk around here sad |
Get the chronic now he honest he gon' bust that ass |
Get home, she ain’t there, bitch musta mashed |
And she caught you for furs and your jewels and cash |
Shoulda known it |
Me, I could never condone it |
Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it |
She got some bitch niggas involoved, they be in cars |
That used to shoot dice in back of the? |
m rob? |
All praise due to them papers, got me watchin my neighbors |
If I dont know you do me no favors |
And thats comin from the horses mouth, reppin east west and south |
Nigga front we airin him out |
Old timer said «Don't leave the label 'til you’re paid |
And hold yours down from the cradle to the grave» |
Sharp as the cut the barber gave you with the shave |
Handgun, but you harder wit the gauge |
So go ahead front for us, we savage |
It’s war, consider this collateral damage |
And we even did some joints in spanish |
We control the entire zone and punks sayin? |
bi amon? |
That explains why I’m not home |
That explains why I’m low, in videos I’m not shown |