Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straight Talk from NY, artist - dj honda. Album song dj honda, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.10.2019
Record label: dj honda
Song language: English
Straight Talk from NY |
| Hook: |
| Word up hip hoppers as you feel the breeze |
| From New York straight talk to the Tokyo scene (x4) |
| Sadat X: |
| Walkin' New York with the big stick loaded |
| Most voted for the daily tabloid from Tokyo to Repungy Square |
| I be there and as the plan unfrail I freak the? |
| Sadat X I’m more New York then the yellow cabs |
| I’ll move your pectorial muscle on down to your abs |
| My man Honda not the car but the DJ |
| Attacks the pans and move fast with your hands |
| Up in the wild lands and walked across the burning sands |
| Can I have a little more Saki in my cup? |
| Yo DJ Honda I’m kinda fonda these Japanesse women |
| They treat me like a king and scream my name out loud |
| There’s room for one more three is never a crowd |
| My Cloak and Dagger is enough to make you swagger |
| Been on this here stage since 12 years of age |
| Ha the pleasure prince of poem is invincible |
| Sight unseen I’m long and lean |
| It’s like that Sadat is president |
| Ha live and on stage New York resident |
| Check it |
| Hook (x4) |
| Wakeem: |
| Uh oh camras in flick reports all on my shit |
| Chickens be analyzin' from London to Japan |
| Showin' me and my man we chinky off the scomma |
| They know we holdin' for drama so they ain’t sayin' nathin' |
| Meditatin' mad gucci eatin' sushi |
| With the chinks who sport links and Georgio Armanni |
| See me in my China mommy slippin' outta town |
| She love a nigga long time still holdin' me down |
| And tell 'em I’m the King Of New York a black Frank White aiight |
| I’m still polititic scrappin' all the paper in |
| Bringin' the socki in the Bronx got a brother thinkin' |
| Live Tokeyo watch Sadat will blow the spot up |
| Hook (x4) |
| Grand Puba: |
| It’s time to run right through ya like White Castle do ya |
| Be true to the game or I’ll play like I never knew ya |
| Brothers here can’t get a red penny |
| Mess around and catch a bad one like that devil Denny |
| Now a days I’m real leary on the Hilfigure |
| Hit them people off it’s time to see a nigga |
| A phat Benz seven figures and all that |
| Cause I’m the one who put Tommy Hilfigure on the map |
| It’s time to surrender servin' MC’s like a bartender |
| Monkey wrench your whole agenda |
| Brother got more game then Bob Barker |
| But I’m smoother than Peter Parker |
| In junior high I kept Vodka in my locker |
| Mama left don’t get home till 6:30 |
| Bag a joint pursue to groove and get dirty |
| I’m puttin' MC’s to the curb |
| Puttin' brothers outta business like Barny did Big Bird |
| I got to have it bad I’m hungry mess around I’ll swallow ya |
| I’m hungrier then a nigga in Somalia |
| Grand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it |
| Not gonna let it, no |
| My rhymes vary cause I’m good like Carey |
| Pop shit like a cherry make you blue like berry |
| I stay thinkin' me take shorts is dead and stinkin' |
| I spilt Malibu on my knickers down to my last drink and |
| Oh let me out so I can run my route |
| Plus make the girls pout cause I am trippin' out |
| Baby, no maybe baby on top like gravy |
| Roll with more motherfuckers than the Navy |
| No fakin' I puts the Asalam with the Lakim |
| While brothers turnin' fowl like bacon |
| You still can’t have my stylle cause it’s taken |
| I’ll leave you in your boots shakin' |
| While I’m countin' all the money that I’m makin' |
| No diggedy no doubt |
| With my man Honda and I’m out |
| Hook |