Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5 Seconds , by - dj honda. Song from the album h ll, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.06.2019
Record label: dj honda
Song language: English
5 Seconds |
| What? |
| «I represent no question» |
| «Entire life’s a record» — Redman from Dat’s My Word |
| Yo I get hooknotic (what?) I catch that prey on they victims |
| Big black I hi-tech shit like radar systems |
| Unsecessfully they try to get rid of me |
| Shit on me you must be kdding me |
| Thinkin' I’m a let that float (never) so it’s time I severly touch this |
| Track up |
| Back up cousin I’m about to twist this next sack up |
| For real tho' I bang like steel toed tims |
| Watch where you park at my man might steal your rims |
| We in the dark at all time of the night steady cheefin' |
| Rollin' with the illest of niggas so stop beefin' |
| Occassionly (what?) you might find me blazin' |
| The rawest of MC’s to spice you like Cajaun |
| Flow straight nasty like stank vagina |
| And I keep my shit pumpin' from Chile to China |
| Rewind it one time let me kick one more rhyme |
| One more time roll one more dime |
| Hook: |
| We keep it tight right plus we keep it poppin' |
| On top of that we hip hoppin' and don’t stoppin' |
| «I represent no question» «Entire life’s a record» |
| I’m cross country like Sony triple like Tony |
| Get nasty like bologny, Ginuwine so ride the Pony |
| Uncomparable, noncompatable to your whole shit |
| You got it how can you tell to go get? |
| Cause lyrically I’ll twist your shit back |
| Without no hesitation or the slightest bit of procrastination |
| I’ll blast the nation on some Black Attack shit |
| What nigga don’t try and stop me |
| You need to hit up your local record shop and cop this bit |
| I know you’re sick of those nonsense cat’s kickin' wack raps |
| Talkin' about traps it’s time to face the facts |
| Perhaps you’re trying to get doe like Suge Knight |
| All the real niggas represent your hood right |
| Hook |
| Yo we keep it on some hip hop don’t stop |
| I pops the cherry |
| Added a new edition to my shit so you don’t have to worry |
| Toss rhyme flurries |
| Hot to Def like Keith Murray |
| I’ll bury your words and crush your thoughts in a hurry |
| Mutilate your mental have your whole style up |
| First A and B reach your card out then I pull your file out |
| Stay on top of my game |
| Moves be stratigic |
| Battlin' don’t fuck around I’ll leave you paraplegic |
| I mean it I give props to those who climb poetically |
| Not those who take it personal when I’m speakin' hypothetically |
| I’m just reppin', flowin' steadily |
| Unforgetable like Natalie |
| Son switch up so incredibly |
| So my joints be the total oppostie of gun clappin' |
| Just blunts and rappin' |
| Beat box and finger snappin' |
| Who put the DAT in? |
| I let my nigga DJ Honda cut it up live |
| Spark up the lye |
| Hook |
| Scratching |