Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweet Potato Fries, artist - EMC. Date of issue: 18.05.2014
Song language: English
Sweet Potato Fries |
| Respect is well deserved, our urge is power |
| Only super-group you ever heard was ours |
| You need to do community service hours |
| But in the box with funeral service flowers |
| My girl been pregnant, I’m up long, my unborn |
| Is been better than you over drums without his lungs formed |
| We headlining at the Garden off of one song |
| When you referring to the garden, it’s your front lawn |
| Our hats, got the nets or the Bucks on 'em, drinks spillin' cause |
| The speakers got yo cups on it |
| Had the feature on your song, now the clubs want it |
| Your song ain’t jump off till I jump on it |
| Most of those among us, folks at home are younger now |
| It’s pokin' nose in summer, tamper bay, lightnin' beemer |
| Oklahoma thunder, that’s the only bad weather |
| Doing coca-cola numbers |
| (Hook) |
| The line broke, the monkey got choked, they all went to hell in a little rowboat |
| The water rises, the boat capsized |
| Lies, these guys, sweet potato fries |
| (Serve 'em up) |
| These guys, sweet potato fries |
| (Serve 'em up) |
| These guys, sweet potato fries |
| (Serve 'em up) |
| These guys just don’t get it! |
| Before ever, my style be hot until the casket drop |
| All these wax shit need to stop |
| Y’all can invest, I don’t care how many shares you got |
| Cause I’m quick to loose entrance, you a laughin' stock |
| Y’all actin' like the trash is hot, stop lyin' |
| The booth, I’mma give you this work, no assignment |
| My vomit be as hot as the sun’s climate |
| Y’all can gossip, I’m a star that dies — homage |
| Nonsense, whores, I don’t love 'em no more |
| I twist 'em, you cats peanuts, you done with these whores |
| It’s funny. |
| Must battle for money, I’m not losin' |
| Cause I been gettin' bread ever since my first communion |
| Don’t rock with you losers, although I’m not a shooter |
| Not a peace maker, say that for your jeweler |
| It’s Punchline the ruler, I’m nice with words |
| Fuckin' dance around the topic, but you got served |
| What you’re witnessing is forecast with discipline |
| Got a plan, to be the man like Michelin |
| If you’re listening, left the track like a christening |
| Got yo clap hummin' and wistlin' |
| Check it! |
| Everything we spittin' is accurate, immaculate |
| Most cats lack on the track when they rappin' after it |
| Try to duplicate but you haters is no imaginate |
| You can try to race and chase but there’s no catchin' it |
| These four cats is smashin' it |
| Game ain’t the same, most of y’all lames won’t last in it |
| Put yo seat belts and fasten it |
| EMC ride, like DUI, we crashin' it |
| Crashin' it, it’s like a party when we’re not invited |
| But it’s not a party if the brothers never got invited |
| We took a brake and was not invited |
| Now we’re back, words got us the track, it’s when I got excited |
| Now your saying this dude nasty |
| First place, so please pick up the pace if you try to move past me |
| Now or never, let you goons gas me |
| I won’t quit, and don’t forget, I spit like the food nasty |
| Where we from, we never optimistic |
| It’s like life constantly showin' it’s ass, but we never stop to kiss it |
| Fans love it, haters op to diss it |
| Tryna find me? |
| Just come to the block and visit |
| Take fries |