Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fix Your Face, artist - Erick Sermon. Date of issue: 15.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fix Your Face |
| 'Fore the game you say I lost |
| When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed |
| Uh! |
| Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off |
| And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off |
| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face |
| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face |
| They say Twon will never make it no way (No way) |
| 'Cause all I did back in the day was push yay (Yay) |
| Now I’m writin out my own screenplay |
| Scored by Erick Sermon he the east coast Dre (Sermon!) |
| Hey! |
| (Hey!) I came from nothin never had alot (Never had alot) |
| Was at the bottom so long ain’t know it had a top (Uh uh) |
| Just a young Geto Boy who used to Rap-A-Lot (Rap-A-Lot) |
| Dreamin to workin my number like combination locks (Yeah!) |
| Peg dead by twenty one at the age of six (Six) |
| Lookin back I made it bitch with no eight to six (Nah) |
| I say Allah U Akbar 'cause I prayed and wished (Allah U Akbar) |
| That my music could get leaked like takin a piss |
| They say prom queen qill never let me have none |
| Yeah right! |
| Nigga where you think she got that gap from?! |
| Told me Twon G. you got bad management |
| Whatever! |
| But somehow I still manage to win |
| 'Fore the game you say I lost |
| When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed |
| Uh! |
| Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off |
| And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off |
| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face |
| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face |
| Huh! |
| Erick Sermon, I’m what you call a icon |
| You a big snake nigga like a python |
| 'Cause that shit they doin you could find, in a app |
| Download it, I bet you it could show you how to rap (Uh huh!) |
| And tell you when you write lines make sure you rhyme back |
| Make sure you keep it fiction 'cause nobody want that (NAH!!!) |
| Keep your pants hangin low, with a baseball cap |
| With a fat gold chain and a body full of tatts (Uh!) |
| Make sure you keep a bitch with a ass that’s fat |
| Oh yeah, sell drugs too, and pump 'em out the trap |
| Oh yeah, you talkin money make sure you talk stacks (Uh!) |
| They ask if you have a gun say hell yeah I’m strapped! |
| How is that, that you need all that to make it? |
| Twenty one years I’m here so sad ain’t it? |
| If Bango was alive this picture he couldn’t paint it |
| If Slum V was here with D they couldn’t Taint it |
| My career is so Yeah, Usher motherfucker!!! |
| Top ten you pick a number don’t care, no fair |
| I did all of that twenty times over |
| Been there, done that, when you was in the stroller |
| You actin like a little bitch right now nigga! |
| Man fuck that I ain’t lettin that shit ride! |
| We 'gon go ahead smoke all these motherfuckers |
| I don’t care who the fuck out there! |
| God damnit! |
| Is you down nigga?! |
| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face |
| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face |
| Pops told me play my cards I shuffled my deck |
| Yeah you niggas on the team but ain’t gettin no reps |
| Been that N.Y.G. |
| you was ridin for Rex |
| Hoes call me King Tut all this gold on my neck |
| I roll with the best, no Ace Hood or no Khaled |
| Took a trip out to Rome, just for a Caesar salad |
| All you do is talk shit, what I say is valid |
| Rise, I’m on my Grizzlie like Tony Allen |
| When I was sixteen I went to Universal |
| They passed up now I’m goin in, no curfew |
| Big bad or purple, mixed with a little turtle |
| Pop a bottle watch it come around full circle |
| Uh! |
| They used to play me now I’m in they playlist |
| Keep my head to the sky and my feet on the pavement |
| Uh! |
| Thankin Diddy for them cases |
| Prince of my city I’m symbolizin we made it nigga! |
| 'Fore the game you say I lost |
| When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed |
| Uh! |
| Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off |
| And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off |
| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face |
| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face |
| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face |