Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goldmine, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goldmine |
| Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin' from both zones |
| Layin' in them Tahoes we own the projo’s |
| Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big |
| (da dun dun dun) Don’t move cause I’m a representative |
| Live for the street, ask, you die in the war |
| 'member that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall |
| We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings |
| Get your head shot off, daddy you don’t believe chains |
| Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms |
| Smokin' the block up, y’all witness the zoo gamblers |
| We ain’t takin' no shorts, its just the early 80's |
| That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe |
| Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope |
| Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key |
| Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock |
| Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww) |
| Gettin' money like back in the days |
| Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games |
| Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces’ll roll up |
| In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas |
| Streched that coke and see it come back triple |
| When we O.T. |
| cut it with baking soda or quinine |
| Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans |
| And George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine |
| We got guns tucked in our waistlines with rags hangin' from our back pockets |
| Miraculous money, nigga, can’t stop it |
| Sherlock Holme' Kangols |
| Medallions so big, attach strings you could turn 'em into banjos |
| Phenomenal profiting, drug money |
| Scram rapper, my 100EX golden like a honey graham cracker |
| Sidewinda, niggas tryna' infiltrate, blind-side a nigga |
| Hit you with the 8, we in the club |
| Dumbin' out, drunk in fronta the airbrush |
| Backdrop, ones out, fi'-dollas for picture with the guns out |
| Juggle for a couple days, close shop |
| Then continue to bubble until the strip hotter than a microwave |
| Don’t stop, travel on my spare time |
| And keep niggas wit us to push our shit like George Jefferson hairline |
| No frill, niggas better go chill |
| 'Fore this gun go up in your nose like coke sniffin' up your nose-stril |
| Gettin' money like back in the days |
| Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games |
| Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces’ll roll up |
| In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas |
| Streched that coke and see it come back triple |
| When we O.T. |
| cut it with baking soda or quinine |
| Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans |
| And George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine |
| Ay yo, saluteme kid, coop me in the red room booth |
| And eatin' Fruit Loops it’s all for the loot boo |
| Designated hammer that’ll lay ya up scrambling |
| Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowin' niggas magnums up |
| Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction |
| Is a key action, black sent forty doja’s up |
| We huddle in big plans, my big mans and them |
| Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them |
| See I was always good at science, in the class I was dope |
| Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I’m cookin' the coke up |
| Used to sit and watch them older niggas for hours |
| And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder |
| Took your turn into somethin big to acredit (uhh) |
| But ya needs connect shit up from South America |
| Money calculations, told B.I.G. |
| I sit up on it still |
| Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces |
| Gettin' money like back in the days |
| Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games |
| Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces’ll roll up |
| In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas |
| Streched that coke and see it come back triple |
| When we O.T. |
| cut it with baking soda or quinine |
| Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans |
| And George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine |