Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song S On My Chest , by - DJ Khaled. Release date: 11.06.2007
Song language: English
S On My Chest |
| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead |
| Yeah… uhh |
| If stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead |
| If stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead |
| If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead |
| If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead |
| Reporting from Kim’s corner store |
| Hollygrove, 17th carnivore |
| Ridin' through the city in a Tonka toy |
| I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur, huh |
| Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford |
| And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors, yup! |
| Red thick women (uhh) eyes adore |
| I’m a whore, you know that I’m a whore, yup! |
| Cash Money, Cash Money, monster boys |
| Mafia bitch! |
| Even the cop’s avoid |
| And you say you want beef, then I got ya boy |
| I’ll just let the Big Mac, Whoppa-boy |
| See my dreads hangin' lookin' like-a rasta boy |
| Fuck with my roster and I turn into Mufasa boy… |
| We run up in ya casa boy |
| And blast off like NASA boy! |
| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead |
| Yeah, Cash Money is an army nigga better know it’s gravy |
| If you ever fuck with young’n, and if you ever fuck with Baby |
| Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin it like the 80's |
| Buncha young nigga poppin' off and they sprayin' |
| Up in the early, we thank ya for the sunshine |
| Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9 |
| Kiss momma cause we goin' out and gettin' mines |
| Next nigga in line, 17 on the grind |
| Shoot first, nigga not seeing mines |
| Big purses, million dollar headlines |
| Five drops, O.G. |
| the last Big Tyme |
| Lord to the game nigga 'til it’s my time |
| «Like Father Like Son» nigga this time |
| Junior got the fame and the game mastermind |
| Two hundred on the dash, nigga watch me mash |
| Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags |
| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead |
| Ribbon is red, that how we pledge |
| An Uptown C.M.B. |
| blood 'til I’m dead |
| That’s what I said, I’ll put some change on your head |
| If you ever cross a line nigga it’s nothin' but bread |
| Fifty shots I’m hot, nigga we won’t stop |
| From puttin' candy on the slab nigga stirrin' them pots |
| Put the hammer on the jam nigga pull it and pops |
| And put the rubber on the bands nigga stackin' his knots |
| Bitch I’m the boss, bih. |
| bitch I’m the boss |
| And bury me like my father on the cross |
| And carry thy teen, I shall over a cross |
| Shorty got that game on lock, like a vault |
| Weezy Baby, cayenne pepper, no salt |
| Windows down on the hog in the winter, it’s yo' fault |
| Hehehe, I don’t jump on the track, I pole vault |
| I got that «S» on my chest, man I’m supposed to ball |
| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest |
| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead |