Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Double R What, artist - Eve. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Double R What |
| I squeeze my shit, I don’t wave it and leave |
| Y’all motherfuckin' extra lame |
| Here’s the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain |
| He looked a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway |
| Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is tacky |
| Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki |
| And the Porsche got a glass roof |
| The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too |
| See me when I pass through, fuck around and I’mma blast you |
| Do what I have to, tryin' to get my math too |
| I leave a message, ain’t a phone I use |
| I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise |
| Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove |
| Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools |
| I got a gun, you need to stand fo' |
| FUCK YOU BRING YO' MAN FO'?! |
| Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What |
| First come the hawk, then next come the toast |
| Jadakiss: J to the *muah* Double R what |
| Send mad cowards on they way to Allah |
| Eve: E-V-E, Double R What |
| First lady, I just point, they squeeze |
| Ryde or Die, Double R What |
| Better keep your hammer right by your side |
| I gave you the best flows |
| On top of that, I even made niggas set goals |
| I wanna know how many bullets can your flesh hold |
| Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes |
| My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death |
| Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death |
| So y’all better start readin' before you start bleedin' |
| And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n |
| Niggas in the hood don’t give a fuck if you rich |
| Or drunk with the Prince CD own, bumpin' a kiss |
| Nigga frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out |
| Hit the button put the roof in the trunk |
| Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak |
| Can’t fuck with NY |
| Get my diesel from South Beach |
| You ain’t got a ride, getchu a cab |
| Ya' bitches is mad |
| Eve got the shit and smash |
| Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What |
| First come the hawk, then next come the toast |
| Jadakiss: K to the R, Double R what |
| Send mad cowards on they way to Allah |
| Eve: E-V-E, Double R What |
| First lady, I just point, they squeeze |
| Ryde or Die, Double R What |
| Better keep your hammer right by your side |
| I’m a savage bitch |
| Ain’t nobody gettin' close to this |
| And ain’t nobody flipped and wrote the shit |
| And can’t nobody sit and coach this shit |
| You feelin' lucky? |
| then aproach me, shit |
| I’m like the glass, you just the coaster bitch; |
| Under me! |
| You wanna make it ugly, can’t do nothin' 'bout it |
| Angry at the public, buggin' me |
| Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot bitch |
| Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' all that rock, shiiit |
| Scared of who? |
| huh, we goin' get rid of you |
| Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful |
| Dawgs close by me, so why try me |
| They wan' cop me but they too sloppy |
| Damn, I gotchu stuck in a box |
| You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in knots |
| Cause I ain’t lettin' go |
| I keepin' it locked |
| I know you gettin' mad cause your luck’s up |
| Plus I’m a purebread, baby, I don’t fuck with mutts |
| Come on! |
| Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What |
| First come the hawk, then next come the toast |
| Jadakiss: K to the R, Double R what |
| Send mad cowards on they way to Allah |
| Eve: E-V-E, Double R What |
| First lady, I just point, they squeeze |
| Ryde or Die, Double R What |
| Better keep your hammer right by your side |
| (Instrumentals until end) |