Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Season of Da' Vick, artist - Cappadonna. Album song The Struggle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
Season of Da' Vick |
| Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South |
| Came to see what ya’ll niggas, was talkin' about |
| So yo, stop all the ego trippin' |
| Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it |
| The analog rapper start riftin' |
| Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen |
| Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin' |
| Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin' |
| Three chicks walked across the street switchin' |
| You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition |
| Don' came around the block with the deep dish in |
| This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin' |
| Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin' |
| I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong) |
| Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin' |
| Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on? |
| Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick… |
| The streets is still watching… |
| I’m a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga |
| You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga |
| Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga |
| We came that liquor |
| Weed, digi and cars we just that particular |
| Put down ya darts it the extracurricular |
| Poppy Wardrobe King, I’m thinkin' bout stickin' ya |
| Wherever ya ho be at, I’mma stick my dick in her |
| Bust ya guns off if you love how I’m gettin' ya |
| Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular |
| Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular |
| Fuck Beans, none of ya’ll niggas can get with us |
| Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains |
| Like guns, like M-1's and nice change |
| When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name |
| Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang |
| See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain |
| Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang |
| And I was brought up to, respect my elders |
| Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder |
| A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig |
| Respect my moms and respect my kids |
| Cuz if you don’t, then I got to disrespect ya crib |
| And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig |
| Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke |
| 'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes |
| Bandana on my wrists, but I ain’t claimin' no set |
| Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke |
| I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep |
| Cop that yae shit and come down, I’m back on the street |
| Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I’ll kill for five |
| And if you’se a bad boy, I’m killin' ya pride |
| Two in the five, push like eight in ya side |
| Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga |
| Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on? |
| Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick… |
| Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick… |
| Yeah, muthafucka… |