Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who You Lovin, artist - Cardan
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who You Lovin |
How could I ever make you see the light, and make you read it right |
Money power respect nigga, thas the key to life |
But see its costy, me I’m to bossy, put four sugars in my coffee |
I’m fuckin' wit Mister Frostee |
Now thas the run to make ya, See how much fun that’ll make ya |
Next time you see yourself, you should see that undertaker |
And all the pain is gone, no more cryin', no more stress |
Please, give this Ice to Big, and tell him that he’s still the best |
Fuck it lets have a feast, Go ahead murder the chief |
These niggas rappin' back and forth don’t know what beef is |
Until they need about two gats to sleep wit, A bomb in they Jeep |
Know they know who to beef wit |
Them fingaz you use to smoke get knocked in your teeth wit |
I bet you next time a nigga know who to creep wit |
See its no longer funny now, Nigguz is hungry now |
You don’t believe in Harlem, Double up and get money now |
Whu |
(scratches by just blaze) |
Who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin' |
Role wit nigguz that be thuggin buggin He |
It’s like four in the morning, I got a call from upstate |
Huddy Combs shot a nigguh, left him wit no face |
Fuck it, Go get the duct tape, and tape it on his vest for him |
Heart out his chest and, place it on his kneck for him |
I’m tellin' honey Listen, I gotta funny vision, I need my nigga Huddy Combs |
Out of prison, We got shit to do |
Meeno, Loon, and Thomas?? |
Critizone? |
See it’s pitiful, Seeing my nigguz invincable |
See I need 40 Acres and 40 Breakers |
Ten nigguz that role the dice and twenty shakers |
It ain’t the same, Huh Huh, Shit dun changed, Huh Huh |
Nigguz is dyin' in they twenties for this game Huh |
Say the wrong words to the wrong nigguh get sprayed off |
You know like then Hitler days, Fuckin' wit Adolph |
That twenty mill you got a hundred pennies to bring |
Saw a man that stands for nothing, and falls for anything |
Who U Lovin' |
(scratches by just blaze) |
Who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin' |
Role wit nigguz that be thuggin buggin He |
See my man he post bail, but his money was low |
I got about eighty for sale and twenty to blow |
You see this shit kinda get hectic when you dealin' wit doe |
Cuz once you dealin' wit doe, Know You dealin' wit doe |
No you not dealin' wit somethin' you can role up and smoke |
Hold one side of your nose to a dollar and hope |
That maybe one day you could put down the drugs and gun play |
Skatin' donw the runway and praisin' God on Sunday |
Rhyme to it, Eat a bowl of Courage |
Finaly do it, bout time you meet your maker, Body forward in bombing fluid |
Now tell me where you run to, no where to run to |
Feelin' like nobody wit you, or nobody love you |
Meenwhile, Streets is watchin' and the hood is observin' |
Clubs still rockin', drunk drivin', weed still burnin' |
Now who you lovin', Why you fussin', Who you wanna be huggin' |
Role wit nigguz that be thuggin', Gun in the air bussin' |
Like fuck it |
(scratches by just blaze) |
Who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin' |
Role wit nigguz that be thuggin buggin He |