Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dedicated, artist - Das EFX. Date of issue: 31.12.1969
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dedicated |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same |
| Yo |
| Well if the honeys think I’m stuck up |
| Then tell 'em shut the fuck up |
| And you can get’cha man, I bet a grand he gettin broke up |
| So what up? |
| Who wanna fuck around and get silly? |
| Really? |
| We’re on the road again just like Willie |
| Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya |
| Annoy ya when I spill the beans like lawyer |
| I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls |
| I guess you must be ready to die like Biggie Smalls |
| Giggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the Evans |
| But fuck the Good Times, we packin weapons |
| Want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style reign |
| Puttin MC’s thru style change |
| And if you want me then you got to come get me |
| I’m strictly fuckin niggas up like one-fifty |
| One, two rum shots chased precise |
| Two gun shots but it’s sheisty, they wanna ice |
| Thinkin I might be the herb, I’m not him |
| And I’ma get paid in full like Rakim |
| Well here I come, word, yo this be my third release |
| I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace |
| To the crews payin dues in the background |
| How my rap sound? |
| Yo Boogie Banger bring it back now |
| Niggas with the runnin mile, your time’s runnin out |
| I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out |
| Actin fly, jack passed me by |
| Mmmah — you can kiss that black ass goodbye |
| No lie, see I fry your crew til they sizzle |
| Fizzle, you know the sewer style is invizzle |
| Bull take a pull, lift your full money pass |
| Fast, before I put a whoopin on that ass |
| Then I get the bone, split the L, stuff it well |
| Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell |
| Now dig it, me and my man we ain’t wit it |
| We snuffin motherfuckers at the weigh-in like Riddick |
| Admit it, I’m right to rough so tighten up |
| I’m audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what? |