Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put It Down, artist - Dra Day
Date of issue: 16.12.2013
Song language: English
Put It Down |
Recognize legendary tales |
on a track from a certified +Po Pimp+ |
Recollect in the essence of that shit that I know you wanna hear |
Gone especially if you smoke hemp |
Come on and take a sip, of the liquor of my life |
and get drunk off the way that the veteran get it in like he’s supposed to |
Terrorizin like a creature King Kong |
when it come to gettin on a song showin why they chose you |
Spectacular when I be killin them off with the words |
I murder the beat so they gettin served like soft white |
Off white, let me show you how a baller dress |
Show you how we ride, show you what a baller talk like |
Some razzle-dazzle with the words, look at how he said |
Make the ladies love it and they all say «Hey now» |
Put a hurtin on them from the way you kick it |
Yeah you do it so smooth |
But the way you put it down-down-down-down |
You don’t mess around, round |
You’re professional-nal-nal-nal |
You don’t mess around |
But-but-but the way you put it down-down-down-down |
You don’t mess around, round |
You’re professional-nal-nal-nal |
You don’t mess around; |
you’re dangerous |
Pardon the intrusion |
It’s the real, peep script, check the style, I done started the illusion |
of masterin me, that’s what other cats attendin |
but this here is patent pendin and still I’ma be improvin |
Stutter steppin, struttin, rockin to percussions |
Comin up with somethin just to show them niggaz they ain’t fuckin with me |
Up on a pedestal kind of extravagant when I be bringin it |
by the remarkable amount of haters, if they want me come and get me |
But don’t judge me, cause I’m so strong |
Let he who without sin cast the first stone |
Cause I’ma simply pull a hoe card and flow on |
Cause somebody told me to go hard or go home |
New Twista on The Legendary Trax beat |
Fresh for everybody, angel dust |
Like what you get when you cross |
Michael Jackson with Teddy Riley, +Dangerous+ |
Under my office desk I’ma get my dick sucked |
Bossed out, flossed out, flicked up |
Then I throw my wrist up |
Get her tossed out, light up a cigar, leaned back, feet kicked up |
Or get in like I’m a entrepreneur connoisseur |
It’s a mantra but still I honored to do her |
So I’ll maneuver |
She rode it and put on a hell of a performance, don’t even bother to boo her |
Then when I go up in the party, I be, cocky |
cause lil' mama thick and they bitches lookin hella pathetic |
Pull up in the Benz or, probably, Maserati |
and they undress her with their eyes like they telekinetic |
Niggaz lookin at her hard so they all stutter |
And bitches wishin they could take they clothes off of her |
Classy girl, yeah I like the way you walk |
Yeah I like they way you talk — but the |