Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All About Drama, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
All About Drama |
It’s all about drama |
Yeah, and that’s the way that it is |
It’s all about drama |
Yeah, and that’s the way that it is |
(Verse 1: Big Scoob) |
Man I sell drama, wholesale prices, Big Scoob |
Come to my hood and you leave iceless |
Feel the pain that the streets could bring |
Feel the slugs as they hit your brain |
BK, push through, leaving you homesick |
Brownsville niggas make you run home quick |
It’s like a bowling ball on your forehead |
You can’t fight, lay your whole team down, just like a strike |
I’m real with it, you can find me on the hill with it |
Bring your gun you can still get killed with it |
Two headed nickel, no tell when the cops come |
We bring drama like dum-da-dum-dum |
Trendsetters, crazy, don’t make me murder your baby, your baby |
Y’all niggas wear bubble gum drawers just to pop shit |
J-Fame, Sleepy, Vegas, all hot shit |
It’s all about drama |
Yeah, and that’s the way that it is |
It’s all about drama |
Yeah, and that’s the way that it is |
(Verse 2: Sleepy Eyes) |
Ay, yo, let me get a paper to write |
Plus a pen to use, I run through tracks like |
Carl Lewis tennis shoes |
Run through packs and market my chemicals |
Hump hood rats who gargle my genitals |
Models and interludes |
The big chrome that I ride shoot through your alloys |
And swallow your inner tubes, I bend the rules |
Play dirty like James Worthy |
And quick with tools |
Flame 30 at Jake 30 |
I skip through school |
Play early at 8:30 |
Your clique is fools I place birdies |
In grace early, I do this rap shit |
For my bitches and thugs |
Till them out of town niggas |
Getting triples for drugs |
Spot runners to the young chicks stripping in clubs |
Hoop riders sticking ‘em up and switching to dubs |
I spit like a pistol with slugs |
So devoted, I play the block for nickels and bubs |
(Verse 3: Celph Titled) |
Now I might hustle some crack just to feed my seeds |
But I ain’t got none, so every red cent is for me |
On Columbian blocks, posting up |
Ballsy enough to sling yayo there |
You can say I got cocoanuts |
Knock, knock open up |
Guess who it is |
It’s that boy Celph Titled with a gun to your kids |
And my CD booklet got some 3D crook shit |
Blueprints, diagrams and recipes to cook with |
Any day of the week, I’m letting the tool spray |
No need for an appointment can shoot for Tuesday |
I got guns and songs and songs about guns |
Had gold fronts in ‘92, robbing kids for Nike shoes |
Look at the life we choose, we ain’t just some rappers |
We fill coliseums, wile out and hang from rafters |
Valedictorian from the school of hard knocks |
So fuck Dow Jones, my rifles got large stocks |
(Verse 4: Ali Vegas) |
Ay, yo, I flow nice, seven digits show price |
Struggle my whole life, hustle and roll dice |
In the hood with the Gods, Vegas cause I’m good with the cards |
While niggas was flipping packs, I was getting stacks |
With a few hands of eights and few hands of penny pack |
I can get ‘em smacked with the mac, but I ain’t really into that |
Young Carl Bruce, swifter than mongoose, do a block with my arms loose |
Palming my orange juice, look I live the hard knock life |
Dickies suit, Caterpillar, Carhartt life |
The prince don’t get along with cats |
Ice grill me, here’s a cold shoulder to go along with that |
I usually perform with cats, but I’m back to my biz |
Ali Vegas uprising, that’s what it is |
Eyes low, one of the illest from Queens |
And I’m a body every young rapper until I’m the king, mother fucker |