Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Forget, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song No Need For Alarm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.1993
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Don't Forget |
Don’t forget your niggas, my rep gets bigger |
And figures on my checks, flex |
Like Hercules, when I flirt with ease |
Use a lingo that’ll bring more. |
hoes |
Front and center, enter this blissful twist full of fun, for my niggas |
Here’s another one |
You get a hand shake, and take a copy of the Q&A |
We’re doin' a service, and who are they? |
Questions and answers, and we can sure |
Capture the spirits in your soul cause the man’s pure |
And furious cause curiosity killed the cat |
Why fill the gat with lead, then leave a nigga dead? |
What if you was that nigga? |
Don’t sweat me, cause if I was that nigga I would pull that trigger |
Protect yourself but don’t project yourself into trouble |
Cause, you’ll perish, there is |
Some things I never forget, police sweats when we out posted like marionettes |
We jet, unless them hands be empty |
They lookin' for niggas, yeah? |
They not allowed to pin me |
Don’t forget your niggas… (Niggas!) |
Don’t forget your niggas, even if they low down niggas |
Cause I sho' found niggas |
Down on they luck, here’s a pound, and a buck, and you better not spend it on |
no booze |
Choose what is more important, I’m a nigga who will shit |
Before it starts… we score with heart |
Artistic values, and I’ll use a portion of the brain other niggas is ignorin' |
You’re snorin' |
What’s up my niggas? |
Hi niggas, I figures |
I’m the nigga who can bring a rhythm to your soul |
Plain and simple, then pull other tricks out my sleeve and leave unseen |
Clean and slicklike |
Niggas need to get they shit right, 'fore they step to Hieroglyphics it might |
Prove fatal, so move, wait’ll I’m done |
I use fun and fabrications for your imagination… |
Wastin', spillin', blood when I’m illin' |
Depressed cause I take it out on others, not the brothers |
Just wreckin' ex-ecutives, and I bet you give |
Up your cash, when I leave you with the gash in your ass |
Cause I had no heart when it started, now I departed and I’m back again, |
give me ends |
'Fore I bust into your office squeezin' triggers |
Because you, because you |
Cause you forgot us NIGGAS (Niggas!) |
Now peep, I new that was large |
That nigga used to rap good, now I’m askin' him |
Perhaps, could you tell me how you fell off? |
Yeah, you was well off… But now the real niggas think you’re soft |
Cause we beat rhymes, you can’t keep up with the times |
It seems you have styles combined… From other fools |
And you’ll discover who’ll be a real nigga |
You were the man, you supposed to shield niggas! |
When you say you will, you don’t display your skill |
And still, you throw your niggas outdoors |
Scores of years ago you was bros |
Now you got a little dough |
And yeah you tryna play him like a hoe |
Well I don’t think so, he ain’t a puppet |
Enough with that shit, take that job |
Stuff it |
Up your ass, just gimme enough for gas |
I’m roughin', I can last, and get my own fuckin' cash |
Well that’s that, and what do you get for that? |
«Ooh, you dirty rat!» |
How could you forget the fool that was down witcha in school? |
Y’all used to shoot pool! |
Ya sidebuster, never could trust a |
Nigga think he so large, that nobody can thrust him |
Out the pilot seat, ejected |
You forgot your nigga |
Your ass out, expect it! |