Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Bubblin' , 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
Stay Bubblin' |
| It’s Friday night… I call up B Fin |
| I’mma fly by with the Henn |
| He on deck with a zone of cush |
| I’m fresh off a car wash, it feels good to push — |
| The Q through the innercity |
| I’m on the telephone blowin' this last blitty |
| Streets filled with rims, chicks on the dick |
| Stoppin' at the stop light, holla real quick! |
| It’s on tonight. |
| I +Phil Da Agony+ in every last drink that I take (that's right) |
| We high stakes, do it big like Bill Gates |
| I only know a chosen few to rest his real fate |
| Dilated’s at the House of Blues, we doin' it this |
| The bird’s who see me don’t choose they losin' it |
| Double L mean low lands, that’s one to grow on |
| She said she played music, I gave her somethin' to blow on |
| We stay bubblin' |
| Money makin' hitters, stay hustlin' |
| We stay bubblin' |
| From the East to the South |
| To the beach here we reach, where we reach |
| Critically acclaimed, spit it to you simple and plain |
| It’s like acid rain fallin' on your brain |
| Blame it on the man in the booth |
| We bring understanding to you |
| And show you what the proper plan to do |
| Phil Da Agony and Defari Herut, you can see it engraved |
| If you look close — the Golden Statue |
| So don’t think, givin' a nigga money |
| And stringin' him along with twenties |
| We see through y’all, niggas is funny |
| Heart and hustle, overcame talent and luck |
| I spread love, cause most of y’all hate — violent as fuck |
| I had to go through it to pursue it as a career |
| Back then when I was practicing in front of the mirror |
| Blunt in my ear, blunted out, rhyme of the year |
| It’s time for a beer, crack it open, back to my chair |
| Contracts holdin' me back — to commitments |
| Product comin' in by the shipments |
| It’s time to make a difference |
| Gold cuffs, diamond earrings |
| Drink up, you wasn’t hearing me |
| Gold watch, diamond cut pinky ring |
| Drink up, we do this yearly |
| Break bread, blow trees, take head — for free |
| No cheese, 40's of Olde E, no diddle |
| Just a little Goose and cran for these brittles |
| Aiyyo we bubble out, we double our clout |
| Hit the club and be out — |
| We veterans at this, scrubbin' you out |
| Born to make music, match all my melodies |
| I don’t believe NONE of these bitches, they keep tellin' me |
| Call 'em how I see 'em — |
| Niggas’ll hold back on podium |
| Then try to put a record out to free him, release him |
| I’m wide awake, migraine headache, food on my plate |
| You need real estate’s to get the estates, nigga |