Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Over, artist - CES Cru. Album song 13, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
It's Over |
| Damn, forgot to do something |
| Oh yeah, it ain’t over, motherfuckers |
| Could it be they don’t really know me? |
| I don’t care, fuck you, blow me |
| I’mma get it right for the show me |
| Can’t nobody call me out, I’m a vet' 'round here |
| Y’all stuck in the middle like Monie |
| Cooked with the roni |
| Up to my neck in a pile full of vixens sucking up on me |
| Fuckin' her face like I love that bitch |
| But I won’t ever let one control me |
| Fuck with it Bro B, look, I’mma luncheon |
| Ridin' the back of a one-trick-pony |
| Back in the function, lightin' the stage on fire |
| Now look at me like a phony |
| Hooked I’m an only -- child and I give two shits if a bitch wanna run up on me |
| You can lick my asshole but do not pass go |
| Gotta pay me what you owe me |
| Wait! |
| For the warning I’m alarming 'em all |
| You finna get mauled outside the mini-mall |
| And admit it we are literally raw |
| Y’all Mitch Bade with a thong and a bra |
| Better call the law, the snake and the bat in the building |
| Swildin' I’m stackin' a million |
| Crackin' a couple of cases smokin' a freshy |
| Facin' the fuckin' ceiling, chillin' |
| It ain’t over 'til it’s over |
| Okay, this shit’s over |
| Huh, uh |
| I’m about to act in my faith so I rap in the game and the game |
| Mean we back with the fame like a slap in the face |
| It’s strange, how I laugh at the pain get to tappin' your brakes |
| Need a couple racks in the safe |
| I’m stacking the cake, I play for the bat and the snake |
| Never wonder why I’m jackin' my rates |
| I train in the trap, livin' in a maze |
| No map now I’m runnin' like a rat in a race |
| I happen to know, many men are wrapped in my soul |
| Man you dunno the half of the whole |
| I chill in the class on my own |
| I’m feeling when you rappin' it feels like Attack of the Clones |
| Can’t tell the weird from the wack |
| Skill from the flash, Jill from the Jack from the Joe |
| I act on my own, after the throne |
| Come up out of my chair, the gat to your dome |
| Pass me the dro on the left hand side |
| No captain of coke, I’mma let that ride |
| Wrapped in a robe, Jedi Knight |
| Bet I bust on the mic with dead eyesight |
| I’m back in the zone like I never had left it |
| Somebody show me which crew better than Ces is |
| I don’t know why they ain’t get 'em a necklace |
| Get 'em a world tour with a bed and a breakfast, uh ha |
| Once again the never ending (Kali) |
| Always offending rappers, over now they’re bending |
| The death of hip hop open my mouth avenging |
| I’m way too clean, all of your styles are dingy |
| Never see me (No!) |
| Even if you had me under a microscope, see my mic provokes 'em |
| A Twitter full of fans and you’re by your lonesome |
| Get her out of her pants and you know she wants some |
| (Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme) |
| Your status ain’t nothing more than a penny |
| Rap until my lungs is empty |
| Even Tecca Nina can’t pretend to be me |
| The wild in me or Godi defend the Ubi |
| This is my duty to rock and then don’t stop it then they interview me |
| Don’t know me that ain’t common 'cause I ain’t a newbie |
| I’m a painter from anguish |
| You don’t know, baby you ain’t speakin my language |
| It’s a done dealy-bob, a done deal-rosky |
| Got a deal so you can’t approach me |
| Hot so you never could roast me |
| So it ain’t finished, finito until I say so brosky |
| So I clobber 'em when I’m coming I slobber 'em |
| Don’t bother em with garbage |
| This shit’s over, but I feel like it barely started (Kali) |
| It ain’t over 'til it’s over |
| Okay, this shit’s over |
| You need Scheiße spray, because my shit’s makin' the flies split |
| So anybody that want it they’re gonna die today |
| When the mic sits upon my lips it come a crisis, you better hide away |
| High pitch, you no like this, then it’s bye bitch, don’t even try to play |
| White Mike and it’s Donnie, your life’s a bitch |
| When it’s Tecca Nina with them and then a Spider K |
| We groovy with a Caucasian and three mulies |
| Never disrespect us see toolies from Kali, Godi, me, Ubi (Eh!) |
| Effortless I’m gonna change your brain |
| Bring every wicked bit of Strange to mainstream |
| Now my baby-making thangs are hanging |
| 'Cause my type of insane we slanging |
| And you don’t wanna wake up |
| In the middle of killers a milli gonna rudder you up and |
| I feel up a butter my niggas ill and willing to buck |
| With a villain a cutter you chilling with a pill in your gut! |
| I wa- I wanna rock, nine mil I got |
| I’m in this, rhyming assault, shot when I call bubble |
| The way I’m livin' it ain’t nothing subtle |
| And he just livin' in a fucking hovel |
| It ain’t over 'til it’s over |
| Okay, this shit’s over |