Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Men Of Respect, artist - Dj Kay Slay.
Date of issue: 08.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Men Of Respect |
I got every pair of Jordans, every kind of bitch |
Ridin foreign cars my life is the shit (Come on!) |
My Louis bookbag, is full of them stacks |
Homey I’m in Spain I ain’t thinkin about hats |
I say Cassius Clay, you say butter, I say Parkay, I drink Rose' |
I had swag since the third grade |
Havin sex on the beach with a mermaid, draped in that Herme |
In that spur, pullin on that purple |
Cause I like her, and I like her too |
No time to talk bitch get in |
My first time in the booth, I knew I would win |
The first time in the pen it was different than the streets yo |
I seen niggas make movies out of C. O's |
Fuck my P.O. |
he got a attitude |
But I’m a man of respect what he 'gon do? |
For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad |
That just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
I got the tools that keep you niggas in check |
To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (YEAHHHHH!) |
We some men of respect, you a bitch in a dress |
I got these niggas so scared that they swimmin in sweat |
And they don’t send us a check, he gettin hit in his chest |
My daughter needs her hair done I gotta get some barretts |
Put the grip on the sket, and graze the skin off his neck |
I keep a 40 like Queens but I don’t live in the 'jects |
You ever send us a threat? |
That you don’t live to regret |
You better come with your towels even gorillas get wet |
Ladies lift up your breast, you bang lift up your set |
My gun got a bad bladder take a piss on your vest |
THUG-A THUG-A, THUG-A, THUG-A my click is the best |
Your bars stink, that’s why you got shit on your breath |
Niggas clapped tryin to slap me five |
I put 'em on wheelchairs, like Drake on Degrassi High |
They say I don’t smile, that’s cause I don’t play fair bro |
I stay Sirius like satellite radio |
For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad |
That just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
I got the tools that keep you niggas in check |
To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (YEAHHHHH!) |
I’m a South Jamaica Queens nigga (YEAH!) |
Boy play me make a scene nigga countin paper clean nigga |
Bouncin on that beam nigga, and not that star type |
Where I go, moms go, make it rain at the stop light |
My Coupe makes the cops tight, my auror make the shorties get her wop right |
Drop her off and catch my portal rock flight |
Block life, kingpin, respect the center block ice |
God it must be somethin good, could be seven hot dice |
Locally connected, vocally respected |
International record I’ll be leavin any second |
Check it, let me stretch it 'fore your funds exit |
My Method, got your Man Louis V vested |
Excellent, my weed man got me somewhere in the clouds |
Havin daydreams of me sleepin on a hundred pounds |
For any burglary sounds we got a hundred rounds |
AK’s when I’m down to the ground and put 'em down |
For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad |
That just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
I got the tools that keep you niggas in check |
To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (Yeahhhhh!) |
Now BK stand up (Bed-stuy!) |
I’m in Bed-Stuy big cape rubberband up |
Goons don’t play (NO) That’ll get ya jammed up |
Gotta watch the jakes, that’ll get ya canned up |
You know how we play, hundred grand a truck (Flossin!) |
Them dice games, two grand and up |
The life man, the lights and the cameras |
Parked the Maserati, right in front of Marcy (Yep!) |
To talkin with the homeys when I’m out at Marcus Garvey (Melon) |
And pardon me y’all, I meant chalkin bodies (Goonies!) |
Shout to Lil' Kim do your bid like Frank White |
Then come home and do it BIG like Frank White (Ball on 'em!) |
We buy cars just to race 'em like the Indy’s (Speedin!) |
They fly the Spur a buck eighty for the bentley (Wow!) |
A rockstar like the Red Hot Chili Pep’s |
They follow my car cause the feds feel we a threat (They takin pictures!) |
Yeah I keep bread with a chilly neck |
Diplomats 'round this bitch they knowin we the realest set (Byrd gang!) |
Yeah we 'gon spoil New York |
Call us the Dipset Knicks the way we ball in New York, motherfuckers! |
For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad |
That just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy |
It just makes me wanna get more money (More money) |
I got the tools that keep you niggas in check |
To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect |
(I'm a man of respect yeah!) |