Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The 50z, artist - Blu. Date of issue: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The 50z |
| The light-skin with the nice trim |
| 400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks |
| The rare bones get the bare Jones |
| If it’s the caddy, it’s gotta be Western, when he head home |
| Young Burgundy with the purple leaf |
| Purposely serve the streets |
| Murk the beat, when the verse complete |
| Turkish leaves, when I work for cheap |
| Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was |
| Ladies love him like he cool James |
| Big body, when I role through the hood, I use 2 lanes |
| Showed her a few things, before we do things |
| Cause there’s is rules to the game, where Blu hangs |
| Yup, shoe strings for the 50z |
| The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z |
| Crush! |
| Uh the high yella, with the acapella |
| She say it ain’t about the cheese |
| It’s the way we chop the mozzarella |
| Old school with the gold juice, the gold tooth |
| I never had, the rope and the bowl shoes |
| No love for the home of thugs |
| Cause it ain’t a what she do |
| It’s the shit you tell her don’t do |
| Be L, get the females |
| The models kiss the nozzle of my 4−0 bottle |
| They call me lucky like a silver dollar |
| Silver collar poppin, 'til I’m pealing piles with my partners |
| The veals hopping |
| Young Slausen, with the chill flossing |
| Where the soldiers be bossin' |
| Cause we don’t listen to the drill sergeants |
| Marching through the 50z |
| Yup, the Philly cap with the Philly rap |
| Blow the biddy, through the diddy, through the city 'til they give me that |
| Young royal, got the ones for you |
| At the titty bar, trying to make stars out these silly broads |
| Lexus' for exes, the Escalades for escapades |
| L.A. is the set we aim |
| I got the pass from the Mexicans |
| Just so I could flag through the Aves, for them green bag blessings |
| You could see the whole city from the hilltops |
| Take 'em down to the coast to get your wheels washed |
| And we still bang parliament |
| Hit the store by the park, when I’m parched for them parliaments |
| Park the Benz off Arlington |
| Spark the flint, right before I told her what part we in |
| Pardon me, we in the |