Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Harlem, artist - Dj Kay Slay.
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Song language: English
It's Harlem |
Nah, you ain’t bout that |
My niggas with the shits, you don’t want that |
One call this whole shit shut down |
I’m the word around the town |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
It’s Harlem |
It ain’t Halloween but the mask on |
Hard to see the snakes when the grass long |
Enough lies heard, you touch pies, we rough ride like Drag-On |
Copping socks from crack heads that still got the tag on 'em |
That liquor must’ve got you drunk |
Bring 'em to the roof, I know you think you fly so Imma watch you jump |
Give you a pack in front of your homies and watch you pump |
Have a shooter posted up on any block you touch |
It’s the kid that’s cosigned by legends |
Coke lines and weapons |
He want a dub, I take a dime and stretch it |
Street sweeper with a broomstick |
I could get your goon hit |
It’s sunshine, I’m ducking one time until the moon hit |
You Terrance Howard, Imma play Larenz with that pool stick |
Been coulda killed these niggas wait until my mood switch |
Kay Slay know I spit obsession, Dope Boy George |
Seat back flying up the Bruckner with a porn star |
Dave East |
Nah, you ain’t bout that |
My niggas with the shits, you don’t want that |
One call this whole shit shut down |
I’m the word around the town |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
It’s Harlem |
They wanna know who that Harlem girl we all authentic |
I’m bubbling like baking soda soon as the water hit it |
If I ain’t cop it for me better believe my daughter in it |
Extorting bitches keep the order with it I call the business |
See the nerve of a bunch of bitches unheard of |
I get a bird off then I go visit Bergdorf’s |
Who referred her fuck it you know I curved her |
Go and break the rules shorty and then it’s murder |
You ain’t a killer don’t believe that shorty |
I looked you dead in the eyes I don’t see that shorty |
See I know you ain’t pop, now you see that Maury |
I’m like an alcoholic baby yea I keep that 40 |
They fronting I run 'em down |
I’m hunting my gun around |
Nah, we ain’t playing tag don’t give me the runaround |
See them bitches say I slayed, you know I’m straight stunting now |
Like the end of the performance, fuck it give 'em a bow |
Bow |
Nah, you ain’t bout that |
My niggas with the shits, you don’t want that |
One call this whole shit shut down |
I’m the word around the town |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
It’s Harlem |
You better warn 'em, powder and marijuana |
Shooting out heavy armor, towers on every corner (Harlem) |
Blowing sour from Arizona |
Big yacht, boat shoes, Prada’s or Ferragamo’s |
Mean, Big Sinatra women stare at the posture |
Cashmere, Cartier, yea I’m wearing the (?) |
God fearing these bars airing your roster |
Call me Bob Aaron when I’m staring the boxer |
Just zoom by, playing Maroon 5 |
Hopped out Bape sweats Jordan Maroon 5s |
Big gun latex gloves when the moon rise |
My crew rise leave you face down with your goon mob |
I been trill since (?) |
I did shit for real I hit bricks for real |
While he was on the move with Dame Biggs we held enough |
Don’t tour much far as I go was Wales |
Nah, you ain’t bout that |
My niggas with the shits, you don’t want that |
One call this whole shit shut down |
I’m the word around the town |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
Watch what you say or do |
It’s Harlem |