Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stuntin' Yall', artist - Clipse. Album song Re-Up Gang The Saga Continues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.04.2008
Record label: Re-Up Gang
Song language: English
Stuntin' Yall' |
| I’m achieving, happy to be breathing |
| They stuntin y’all! |
| Diamonds with brothers giving off 2K colors |
| Disgusting y’all! |
| On my road and going my way nigga |
| I’ll cut ya off! |
| So, let me live or that .45 living |
| I’m touching y’all! |
| What’s the talk of the sophomore jinx? |
| Got jewellery like I robbed the Sphinx |
| Got money like I robbed the Brinks truck |
| Fuck y’all niggas that pray for my ship to sink |
| I’m a problem, coupes I copped them left to right |
| The garage looks like the Bat Cave at night |
| He who tips scales, off that fish scale |
| Hands gracefully brush them keys like it’s brail |
| Safeties on guns don’t sit well |
| Send new shells to old foes, suckas! |
| Bail like oh no! |
| flows is so cold |
| Hoes stick to me like gum to shoe soles huh! |
| He’s vain, 88 you’re thinking, 2004 — resurrection of caine! |
| Here I am, such a young baller |
| Flow shows promise, like LeBron James |
| I bring life to the game |
| Niggas is losing it, out they mothafuckin mind |
| How another nigga talk about mine, I must be doin it |
| They must see, a significant rise in my stock |
| Multi-colored jewels, wit hues of blue in it |
| Or take you the real estate, where the realest gate |
| Outline the perimeter, I’ll show you where we’re doin it |
| Hear the new, the Clipse is huge |
| And these crews continue to hate, like Ebenezer Scrooge |
| But it’s cool, I too once, averaged the same |
| Til I got slick, took risks, carried the 'caine |
| Then I cooked shit, pushed it, married the game |
| Now these days, I just 52-karat the chain |
| I pump base to the projects |
| I was Tyrannosaurus Rex to the pyrex |
| These dudes can’t wait to see the doom of me |
| But big deals, so what, what’s new, humor me, bitch! |
| Do-ray-me, fa-so-la-ti |
| Oh my God, the — wrist stay Rocky like Balboa |
| The bar’s been lowered, here to raise the quota! |
| Keep guns in pairs, I am the ghetto’s Noah! |
| Nigga need horseshoe for luck |
| Tryna test a flow like such, jewels like Tut |
| Children hush, while King Pusha speakin |
| Or paramedic you’ll be seeing fa real |
| It’s every bit what it seems! |
| these is dreams I’m living out |
| The ride I’m getting out’s a fraction of the house |
| Your living can’t obstruct my vision |
| Franck Mueller jewels, I’m convinced this is living! |
| It’s a given cats gon flap that tongue |
| Till I appear then cat got tongue, better relax |
| 'Fore I clap that gun, perhaps even collapse that lung |
| Trust in me that that gat’s no fun, one! |