Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morgan Blu (feat. Blu), artist - Blu. Date of issue: 11.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Morgan Blu (feat. Blu) |
| Whatchu trying to do to me |
| Even up the score? |
| Sing it on bitch |
| Wait was that it? |
| Is it true? |
| Better question is it he? |
| Was it |
| BL in the place ladies and gents |
| I would like to reintroduce some of you to |
| But more importantly Tanya Morgan |
| Please hold your applause 'till the homie stops recording |
| And hold your drawls 'till the promoter drops the 40 G’s |
| Be still, real sporty thieves |
| Pleased to meet each of you tonight |
| Drop the spotlight |
| Drinks on the house, mi casa su casa |
| Who gotch baby poppa paying now we straight |
| Crazy '83 baby I’m way behind summer |
| (?) to those who know the most |
| But I don’t mind |
| That’s a crown fifty cozy |
| Coke line cosigners go find an exit or get clotheslined |
| Brah |
| Sober for your kind |
| Its kind of like a world gone blind |
| Leading blind mice to the mic |
| Before they meet Christ |
| And I’m like geez |
| And uh, ya’ll like Jeezy right? |
| My managers like please be nice on this feature |
| And I’m like I’m always nice |
| Like Greg or like eggs in bed |
| Or like pie between legs thats spread |
| Nice like head |
| Cause that’s nice right? |
| I’m nice like that |
| Except I don’t give it, I get it |
| Grey Goose, Watermelon Arizona Lipton |
| Iced tea pimping |
| I gotta (?) ya’ll the page |
| Cause I can’t wait to bust |
| Plug to the main source |
| So I can’t fake the funk |
| Can’t hate the rump |
| Southern Cali thump |
| You could swear Lil Jon was inside the trunk |
| But it wasn’t it was us |
| And I’m living with my mama |
| Shandra, Morgan, and her friend’s name is Tanya |
| Her boyfriend’s Donny |
| And her fish called Wanda |
| Wacky named her ill |
| When the milkman conned her |
| Little on the shy side |
| But I seen a brother stage dive |
| Off a high rise giving high 5's |
| Step aside wise guy |
| You a small fry |
| On Pea’s nuts |
| I got five guys living five lives |
| Four of them are whoring |
| And the fifth one’s following |
| Kick drum bodying |
| Until I’m done probably |
| Classify your classic |
| Like Christmas in Hollis |
| Or the (?) of Mrs. Wallace |
| While (?) puff |
| Peoples never regional |
| Was FB seasonal |
| SB sneakers and then mother freaking Pikachu |
| Dime skin bitty with a twenty key mitty |
| And a pretty freak bitty that I met in Queen City |
| And she got on the pill after 23 jimmies |
| Cause I got enough sons and they all want a penny |
| I rep Cin city |
| To the fullest |
| I be out like a bullet |
| To the world |
| Through the booth, through your girl, through the spotlight |
| I get around |
| Guess I’m Pac feels like All Eyez On Me |
| Feels like I’m in the spotlight |
| But I’m not cause I got like |
| Christ, like hind sight 20/20 |
| But I got the foresight to match |
| Yo man strike the match |
| I’m the fire bringer |
| Blue flame (?) the frame |
| I’m a fire breather |
| With an H20 flow |
| That turns to snow when I’m cold |
| Dope boys say I’m coke for the soul |
| Fans automatic dope addicts when I go at it |
| Girls cling with no static |
| Had to kick the old ho habits |
| But its hard to break |
| So guard your date |
| I see her nipples and her bra is OK |
| So I ain’t got x-ray vision |
| But I know your girl feels triple x-rated when she listen |
| And she switch it like my style do |
| Change it up to make you hang it up |
| Gotta wear a noose if you wanna hang with us |
| Like the Klan (?) hanging is my favorite pastime |
| Cause most of them are wacker than my last line |
| Flatline |
| Ilyas is dead, he’s just a voice in my head |
| I yell (?) taking over |
| King of kings no bling bling |
| Got bars like Sing Sing |
| My stars the I Ching |
| Go hard like Springstein |
| I was born in the USA |
| And I’m over your head like Pat (?) toupee |
| All other crews make way |
| Cause if sunlight or moonlight |
| Today’s our day |
| Holla |
| Hallelujah when I do you |
| Rip through you like Kruger |
| Or a wild cougar |
| Or the night by the beam of light |
| I maneuver through the screens of hype |
| And its seeming like |
| You just touched down in the game |
| And everyone’s screaming aight |
| And it be seeming like all I want is gleam and Nikes |
| Rather nice to bling at nights, but my life gave me a fight |
| Low on green got me going green |
| Blowing green, I ain’t really did that shit since (?) green |
| But I cleaned up to be on my own |
| Knuckled up while the rest of these chumps bitched and moaned |
| So I’m sad, not hardly |
| Departed from the party |
| Pity tucked titty and they all exposed partly |
| That’ll make a bad situation seem seductive |
| Plan to make plans |
| Man thats all you came up with |
| Guess who came up its |
| Donwill form College Hill |
| Schooled in the game |
| And I ain’t paid for college still |
| Gladly I’ll be (?) at my art promoted badly |
| Rather be than trying to be promoted at a J O B |
| But this time around I’m writing more than rhymes down |
| I just jot 'em if I got 'em |
| But the plans (?) |
| Your man (?) |
| They charge for all performance Time Warner would watch |
| I ain’t down 'n out, I’m down about nothing |
| Don was putting out, I’m drowning out the frowns and doubts |
| By learning more I’m finding out |
| Barely knew about the biz, embarrassed by how bad it is |
| But baring with the bull again |
| Bringing it through I’m bound to win |
| Pray before I snapped again |
| Cause man we some albums in |
| But all ya’ll want to talk about is Moonlighting time and again |