Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who's Your Favorite, artist - DJ Rell. Album song DJ Rell Presents, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dj Rell
Song language: English
Who's Your Favorite |
Yeah! |
Still countin' money! |
Hhhaahahaa! |
YEAH! |
Ay! |
— Who's your favourite MC? |
— I'm the new version! |
(UH!) |
Flow tight like err tooth hurtin'! |
(YEEAH!) |
I’m 'bout as tight as rock and roll pants (uh!) |
Notice I said rock! |
— Lean in your stance! |
(stance!) |
I put chicks on hold, you just hold hands (yeah!) |
Clap about four in a row with no romance! |
(UGH!) |
I’m vacatin'! |
— Sending niggaz to flow camp (flow camp!) |
My future bright as ice! |
— Solid gold lamp! |
(bling!) |
I polish, blow, trim! |
— Them hoes wipe me down! |
(down!) |
She had a purple label! |
— She with a White-T now! |
I caught the right rebound! |
— They won’t invite me now! |
I sleep through drama! |
— Any given night we down! |
(damn!) |
I pick the Gucci up! |
— Now I’m a H-boy! |
20 stack waster! |
— Me and your pants make noise! |
(YEAH!) |
I clap wifey’s — runnin' they mouth |
If it wasn’t for me you had no money to count! |
That’s what I’m 'bout! |
(UHH!) — Lloyd like Floyd with the punch! |
Baller! |
— Boy U shoot your boy out his |
Shopper! |
— I got to hit 'em all up for munch! |
She a deuce? |
— She can’t even twirl up my blunts! |
(BLUNTS!) |
Max Payne pumps, slump a demon out his Beamer (poots!) |
Swine Flu fever when I’m bleedin' out the speaker! |
Game speak good things! |
— I'm what the game lacks! |
I rap circles with ya! |
— You're on train tracks! |
(yeah!) |
On trainin' wheels (yeah!) — can’t even pay your bills (yeah!) |
I smoke you like (yeah!) — I eat Fillet Mcmeals! |
With my favorite vixen, she in my favorite heels! |
And they make her just the right height — doggystyle all night! |
Jamaican in sight! |
— My whole series 'bout the block! |
(uh, uh!) |
Cliffhanger! |
Meet you niggaz at the mountain top! |
(Hello!) |
In my Louie slips, countin' gwop, chronic by the pound, |
Why not? |
— I'm gettin' money, 'fore I sign the dot! |
(uh-huh!) |
My first track back at it, it’s called a classic! |
(classic!) |
I «Worked Magic», brought «Halloween Havoc»! |
(yeeah!) |
Brought the masses to the «Cold Corner» |
You loved it! |
(loved it!) — «4−30−09"and 2 made it much warmer! |
«V-Fizzy"makes your new shit a frisbee! |
Uh! |
— the window of the shuttle! |
(whooo!) |
One word to sum a nigga up — DOMINANCE! |
(DOMINANCE!) |
Can’t a human touch me! |
— That's CONFIDENCE! |
(CONFIDENCE!) |
You play around, you pay, that’s a promise, honest! |
(honest!) |
Nigga open your ears, that’s the knowledge! |
(knowledge!) |
Minus the college but I’m hip, that’s street smart |
Stick your hand in the beef! |
— You can leave with three parts! |
(uh-huh!) |
My skin, so words you don’t get to me! |
(don't get to me!) |
I’m one of the nicest niggaz with words in history (history!) |
UH! |
— A' Army solo on my «Armani"polo! |
Fly gangster packin'; |
but I’m calm and low tho! |
.Fo-fo! |
— He ain’t the ones to throw your fist ta |
We got the Mack-Mr., and they spit like Twista! |
(ta-ta-tatta!) |
And I don’t twist bottles I pop 'em! |
(uhh!) |
I’m poppin' e’rywhere, fists, models and drop 'em (uhh!) |
Chicks follow 'em, jock 'em; |
then I’m on my way from coppin' |
This was yesterday, and the day gon' put the box in! |
— WHAT'S POPPIN'? |
Huh? |
Full speed ahead no stoppin'! |
Yeeaahhh! |
It’s that «V5»! |
Yeahh! |
Mines the next V-12! |
Yeah! |
FUCK THE HATERS! |
Real niggaz live long… |
Uh! |
SouthSide stand up! |
Your boy… |
P-dot-L-dot-K! |
YEEEAHHH! |