Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro For Roger, artist - DJ Quik. Album song Greatest Hits: Live At The House Of Blues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Intro For Roger |
The stuff I seen it was inevitable I be a businessman |
I knew that I would get some resistance whenever I took this stand |
Now this is how yo' street works, everybody hates each other |
Until they in each other’s face, and then it be cousins brothers |
And loved ones, it’s all just a race |
To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one place |
You niggas wanna be on squirrel time, I’m around the world time |
Until I gotta come back to court, talk to my kids and they’re fine |
This is my intro, I’m scratchin' Chingy, comin' blingy this time |
I’m showin' off my hands and freestylin, showin' you through my mind |
This is for Roger Troutman, he helped me when I was so blind |
To see that y’all would freak out on me at an opportune time |
I shoulda seen it comin' |
Niggas tryin to talk me outta this shit |
I’m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch |
He fuckin with my chips I gotta resist |
I’m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch |
Niggas tryin to talk me outta this shit |
I’m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch |
She fuckin with my chips I gotta resist |
I’m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch |
I live in Los Scandalous, California |
It’s the most beautiful sunset 'til cowards run up on ya |
And then it’s curtains you hurtin' for what yo' mouth had been blurtin' |
Where you don’t love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin' |
I ain’t sharin a fuckin' thing, I’m a rider for certain |
Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give 'em some Jergens |
Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin' to sub for the homies |
Tweak and do drugs now no homey he just be lurkin' |
My best friend’s dead, my heart is a stone |
My soul ain’t even mine to own, they say it’s a loan |
And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me it’s on |
I’m comin' with pencils pistols and crystals you gone |
It’s premeditated now nigga |
Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit |
Family messin' with him, gangbangin', man |
Get his drink on, for a long time |
Trippin', gettin' on motorcycles man, and standin' on 'em |
Losin' and fallin', scandalous-ass baby momma |
Lettin' homies, so-called homies fuck |
Tryin' to make my nigga look bad |
Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones |
That’s what they get, keep on pushin' Quik |