Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Firewater, artist - Crooked Lettaz
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Firewater |
Yeah yeah |
Niggas is travellin everywhere, word up |
I perform in the South |
You know I put on _Fish'N'Grits_ and shit like that, ya heard? |
Word up; |
I perform in the West, I put on. |
_Ain't Nuttin Like a Sunny Day, in Cali-For-Ni-A_, ya heard? |
I’m on the East, I’m rockin «T.O.N.Y.» |
In the Midwest, I put on a little No Limit or some shit like that |
Word is bond |
Chorus: Crooked Lettaz |
We got that firewater (WHAT?) |
Y’all want that water-water (WHAT?) |
We got that firewater (WHAT?) |
Y’all want that water-water (WHAT?) |
We got that firewater (WHAT?) |
Y’all want that water-water (WHAT?) |
We got that firewater WHAT? |
We got that firewater WHAT? |
Yo, yo |
Yo I’msa gangsta, so y’all niggas, know that I mask |
I smoke, mad weed, while I drink a V-8 splash |
Niggas, fuck with me, and you will get smashed |
I’m gettin, head in the whip, and I won’t even crash |
I’m sayin, niggas don’t fuck no mo', all we get is head |
Niggas don’t play with bread and butter, all we count is bread |
My niggas from, Mississipp-I, still get high |
Off the water-water, slangin quarter-quarter |
Across the border border, Seargeant Slaughter Slaughter |
My Down South niggas, yo we got mad game |
And we both, from the ghetto, so we kick it the same |
You call your weed chronic, we call our weed hydro |
You call your shit doja, we call out shit gamble |
From the Calliope to Iraq, we still get dough |
We call a, bitch is a bitch, and a hoe is a hoe |
Penalty the label, in New York, we on cable |
Check it out |
Basically, you silly niggas ain’t facin me |
I turn my back and then you chase me hate me daily |
And you attempt to limp like youse a pimp |
But youse a shrimp, you can’t play me |
See we the brothers with the hot tracks |
Puttin butter on the hot wax |
You wanna ball with the top cats |
Well you talk about fat gats |
You can’t rap nigga stop that, got that |
You wanna act like you cock back |
Couldn’t hold a nigga jockstrap |
We can take it to the streets when the party people meet |
Tell the niggas take a seat take a beat and cold rock that |
Back to the M-I, mill’n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I |
Mill’n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I, humpback, humpback |
Watch a nigga jump back, dead I |
Spittin that upon the red eye, flyin to the N. Y |
Niggas high from coast to coast |
Keepin it close, put it in a post |
E.T. |
the coach, niggas wanna be me the most |
You boast and brag and sport the sag |
Cause I dope rhyme, niggas never wanna quote rhymes |
Try to bite and then you choke rhyme |
Rollin up a smoke rhyme |
Comin out with your wrote rhyme |
Ain’t nuttin but some broke rhymes |
Me I got the right rhymes, always comin out tight rhymes |
Break a nigga see the light rhymes |
Wanna fight rhymes? |
Naw nigga not tonight rhymes |
Get your girl I just might rhyme |
And the story go, for the thugs even Nore know |
The gory flow, can’t be faded |
Prayed it down, laid it down, and I’m gone |
Take double-steps turn around and show em |
Now it’s that Crooked Letta hot shit |
Old block rockin locked quick |
Rhymes shined with hot spit |
Y’all speak about shine I write rhymes |
Then I burn clicks, and give em this |
Your platinum plaque’s counterfeit |
You shipped gold, is what I was told |
Your airplay was BOUGHT hits |
Payola Motorala cell phones |
Where you spent all these ends, then he’s gone |
In the wind POOF, ain’t no PROOF, a super sleuth |
Couldn’t find his shoes |
I wrap heads, like bad news |
And bust bass and blow a fuse |
Then I move to Baton Rouge like, Snoop on the move |
I’m like Megatron, an underground rap shit phenomenon |
I blow up in my Prime (and after that?) |
Then I move to Cybertron, with Omega Supreme |
But it seems that I gotta sit back and pray (back and pray) |
To God that these niggas won’t take me away (why?) |
I say it seems that I gotta sit back and pray |
To God that these niggas won’t take me away |
Firewater HUH? |
You see them niggas bouncin |
Wanna see them niggas BOUNCIN |
Wanna see them niggas BOUNCIN! |
Sittin on whatever y’all fuckin niggas sittin on |
That chrome shit HUH? |
Seventeen inch shit |
Twenty inch shit |
Twenty-two inch shit |
Fuck that shit, let the shit glisten |
Let the shit GLISTEN |
Let the shit GLISTEN! |
HUH? |
Let the shit glisten! |
HUH? |
If y’all niggas ain’t got a car wash |
Y’all niggas need to go Uptown right now |
And get your shit washed |
And get the inside done up, you feel? |
You feel me? |
Get that inside done up |
Make sure your speakers is blowin |
Cause if the shit is at a low level |
It ain’t even penetratin |
Turn the shit the fuck up, HUH? |
Thugged Out, Crooked Lettaz, what the fuck is up? |
Turn shit the fuck up! |