Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out for the Cash, artist - dj honda. Album song dj honda, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.10.2019
Record label: dj honda
Song language: English
Out for the Cash |
| Hook: |
| We want it all so we out for the cash |
| Life’s too short so we gotta live fast |
| Gotta keep it real get the doe and that’s that |
| Before we go out you know we gotta live phat |
| «5 deadly venoms on wax» |
| Al' Tariq: |
| I break 'em down like cheers tear for fears from the ave |
| Tariq whatever you seek baby you shall |
| Be given to ya deliver to ya |
| Posses asses we movin' around up in the chest no less |
| I keep the minds straight organize and raise above these fake spies |
| Like Organize now these guys are frontin' talking about blastin' and |
| Lootin' |
| Niggas slashin' shit but son son who ya foolin'? |
| My nigga don’t ever get no bigger than your britches |
| You know the old sayin' daddy uh, stitches and ditches |
| For snitches |
| So pour out the D.P. |
| and pass the Moe Moe |
| And clean you imagination of that fake funk flow |
| Psycho Les: |
| Kill the noise your funk is unsented |
| This track is splended Honda wanted me to represent it (yo who?) |
| The P. S.Y.C.H.O. |
| deep between the lines of yayo |
| Son you fake a jack push your wig back like Burt Renoylds |
| Even when I’m stressed I keep my chin up like Jay Leno |
| Bring it to any fuckin' morano |
| Latino bag 'em, for they casino |
| Hook |
| JuJu: |
| I’m back son I know it’s been a while but whatever |
| I’m terror undoubtedly more violent then ever |
| I’m out here gettin' money more ways then three |
| I can’t see these clown niggas more paid then me |
| You crazy it takes one look you’ll determine |
| That you wouldn’t dare fuck around with this German |
| The life or dead kids incredible Fed bids heroin dreams |
| And wild schemes my heads deep |
| Fat Joe: |
| Who gives a fuck about the opposition? |
| My position is far from fiction |
| I started bitches seeing cream from all these fiends |
| With large addictions partner listen |
| I been doin' this shit for years endin' careers |
| Bringin' Max back from the Tangiers yeah |
| So don’t consider beefin' |
| I get rid of even the largest rap artist while the niggas sleepin' |
| Keepin' the street sweeper close |
| Cause niggas who lac-tose |
| Subtrack the grim reaper the most |
| Hook |
| Problemz: |
| It goes a one Mississippi two Mississippi three G |
| With all them motherfuckin' I’s (eyes) niggas couldn’t see |
| P.R.O.B., L.E.M.Z. |
| with the verbal tactics |
| This ghetto bastard gets you bouncin' like a matress |
| I’m all that not to sound conceited |
| But I’m undefeated |
| Handin' out nuff knots (nots) like Ripley so you better believe it |
| A dedicatated underground representitive |
| Rugged instramentals get me hyped and give me insentitive |
| To blow up the spot like Waco Texas |
| When I flex this crusty MC’s get corroded like asbestos |
| On some next shit but it’s just the Brooklyn comin' out out me |
| I’m one of the ruggedest niggas alive |
| There ain’t no pussy parts about me |
| Word is born this shit is on in your area |
| Problemz representin', mass hysteria |
| The kid from BK who rock the diamond studded crowns |
| Comin' directly from Flatbush poppo now hold that down |
| Hook |