Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ODDS & EVENS , by - Defari. Song from the album Odds & Evens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.10.2004
Record label: High Times
Song language: English
ODDS & EVENS |
| Uh, from the top Cigar |
| Odds & Evens, this is for you |
| Pick any number, it’s for you |
| Cause I beat the odds |
| And I’m gettin' even |
| Yeah, I hope you enjoyin' this album |
| Yeah, I hope you doin' what you do best |
| And I hope you bangin' your motherfuckin' head right now |
| Roll yours windows up |
| Take a ride in a 65 degree Q4−5 |
| Blowin' green stuff, bumpin' mean stuff |
| Mindin' my own, these squares don’t mean much |
| I’m on Adams, I want some J & J’s |
| Home fries, turkey, sausage, grits, and eggs |
| A lemonade, now I’m good for the day |
| Got rehearsal at 12:00, gotta bring top shelf |
| So, you know I’m faded when I’m at work |
| You’ve been to the shows, that’s my best work |
| Alkaholik pro’s — network |
| Los veteranos, experts |
| This style’s crazy, make your chest hurt |
| Weak hearts feel a spark from the pepper |
| I spit like a man that you’ve never heard |
| So if you hear this style again, must be a mockingbird |
| And you know birds could never ever fuck with lions |
| It’s a small thing to a lyrical giant |
| Killa California Golden Bear |
| Spank Air’s, new wear’s at the best affairs |
| I don’t care where you come from |
| (It don’t change) |
| I spit wit a ill tongue |
| (Full blown) |
| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns |
| Rest in peace Jeff, Will, and Rob One |
| I don’t care where you come from |
| (It don’t change) |
| I spit wit a ill tongue |
| (Full blown) |
| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns |
| Odds & Evens, what the deal nigga? |
| Pop somethin' |
| I always filter out the weakness |
| My Triple Crown sound won a Preakness |
| The Belmont and Kentucky Derby |
| And all the rich chicks in the bleachers |
| I stay clean cause I’m L. A |
| Puttin' creases in my pants since first grade |
| Had to wash mom’s car every Saturday |
| Clean your room, vacuum, throw the trash away |
| Young killers runnin' wild like they go no mom |
| Ain’t if they do their mom must got some problems |
| And if she don’t, then why all the ghetto violence? |
| The kids be involved and other brothas dyin' |
| So me, I just observe with cool silence |
| Fools play victim to a mighty lion |
| Play Roulette, pick red or black |
| Odds & Evens, any number, pick a bangin' track |
| Defari bounce back, shit that nigga never left |
| Evidence proves, what I want I can get |
| I don’t care where you come from |
| (It don’t change) |
| I spit wit a ill tongue |
| (Full blown) |
| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns |
| Rest in peace Bigga B and Rob One |
| I don’t care where you come from |
| (It don’t change) |
| I spit wit a ill tongue |
| (Full blown) |
| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns |
| Odds & Evens, what the deal nigga? |
| Pop somethin' |