Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War, artist - DJ Clue. Album song The Professional 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
War |
| Uh, yea, yea |
| Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper |
| Platinum Patron-drinker, stackin’that grown paper |
| God pushed me out his nuts |
| The Devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts |
| Fell down into a Louis Vitton truck |
| With stashboxes, and niggaz in it sayin’blast Nas shit |
| Drove down harm’s way, puffin’that Bombay |
| QB thug tattoo on my arm say |
| Names of my fam, so I’ma read you a scripture |
| And commandments to get you richer |
| Bandanas, hammers, MAC’s and nina’s |
| With the mismatched Pumas, like Shan in Queensbridge |
| All white shell toes, that’s that Queens thing |
| Brightland, ice wine, call that weed sling |
| Know where G slang |
| And the bitches with bomb ass that slurp on me and my comrades |
| Got a new contract, come on, black |
| Shit y’all just gettin’up on, I’m beyond that |
| No time for crumbs, I really don’t see them |
| They just started livin', just started havin’threesomes |
| Just started havin’girls who like them |
| That’s why I got married 'cause my world ain’t like them |
| So why they keep tellin’those stories? |
| Nigga, y’all square, nigga, this is my year, nigga |