Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Era, artist - Danny Brown. Date of issue: 07.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Era |
| Niggas out here snitching, do my dirt all by my lonely |
| I been in the D, so long that I don’t even like Coney |
| And you could never be my homie |
| I’m a Linwood nigga that was raised up on bologna |
| Say we over here hustling, over there grinding |
| Calculator wrist watch, multiply my timing |
| I be with your girlfriend, say she like my rhyming |
| Dog, I shine so hard that I don’t need no goddamn diamonds |
| I’m up in Eastland, just to hit Lids |
| Walked up in the store, you know just what I did |
| Looking at the wall, you know the other half |
| Blue tiger fitted in a seven and a half |
| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather |
| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era |
| And I reps that shit right now forever |
| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2 |
| So fuck who you are |
| I been in the D so long when outta town your store barred |
| And you could never be my man |
| Fuck a turkey on Thanksgiving niggas lucky to get ham |
| And every hood I’m in, niggas greet me with «What up, doe!» |
| We call fiends «custo's,» freak hoes «busto's» |
| If we say the hook then that really mean the po-po |
| If we say that’s ‘bo' then that mean that’s fucked up bro |
| Niggas don’t know gotta put 'em on the slang |
| Out of town niggas lost hip 'em to the game |
| You know where I’m from, no matter where I’m at |
| Cause of the logo on my New Era hat |
| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather |
| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era |
| And I reps that shit right now forever |
| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2 |
| Ain’t heard it like this in a while |
| I been in the D so long that I don’t go to Belle Isle |
| Now do I look like your child |
| If I ain’t got no Newports, I’mma freak a Black and Mild |
| Say I’m riding down 7 Mile, 'bout to hit the Lodge |
| You front I put a knife in you like you a shish-kebab |
| Your baby momma slobber put my palm up on her bob |
| She go up down, up down, oh, God |
| We heading downtown, riding through the tunnel |
| Smoking on some gans, banging keep it a hundred |
| Where the hood Crip niggas don’t know how to act |
| You look up in the car all you see is D hats |
| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather |
| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era |
| And I reps that shit right now forever |
| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2 |
| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather |
| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era |
| And I reps that shit right now forever |
| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2 |