Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen to the Sound, artist - Foesum. Album song Perfection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Listen to the Sound |
| Well leave it up to me to come tight with mine |
| DJ Glaze one time with the bomb ass rhyme |
| Slidin' round the Beach with the West Coast sound |
| And if I see you on my team then I just might clown |
| 325 with the chrome Anteras |
| Candy blue paint make them skirts wanna stare at me |
| As I dips around the way |
| And ya know it’s all good like them OGs say |
| Now I’m freestylin' to a brand new track |
| And it’s bumpin' like the back of a 83 Lac |
| But don’t get me in no twist |
| Because I never thought we’d ever see a day like this |
| T-Dubb's in a Fleetwood and ya can’t fade it |
| M’s in a six-fo' and it’s gold plated |
| From here on out its smooth sailin' |
| So let me bounce like Zapp and keep bellin' |
| Listen to the sound when we pass it around |
| As we buzz around the world with the West Coast sound |
| You can just clown or be down wit it |
| But I’m a keep bouncin' around wit it |
| Now I’m comin' in leanin', crawlin' and creepin' |
| Dippin' in the ride and I’m hoppin' when I’m leavin' |
| Layin' low, blowin' smoke out my nose |
| Got some gin in my lap and now I’m ready to roll |
| So I’m a make all you fools recognize me |
| Cuz I get more skirts between the sheets than the Isleys |
| And gettin' loaded is how we kick it |
| If ya down, come hang wit the sly, slick and wicked |
| Slappin' bones wit the homeys |
| Tossin' up forties, rollin' in a fo' with a skirt bumpin' oldies |
| Get my hustle on whenever ends one mo' |
| Dice in my pocket what they hittin' fo' |
| Hittin' ventures on the one time, can’t get caught up |
| Since that three strike rule got brought up |
| Head to the bud spot and pick up an ounce |
| And dip back to the hood, fool and I’m out |
| Here I come bouncin', slidin', glidin' |
| Headed to the front, Long Beach Eastside |
| Hop front and back, let me scoop up M |
| Cuz he’s sittin' in the park and he’s all bombed in |
| I’m feelin' kinda fine so you know what’s right |
| Layin' back bumpin' «Tonight's The Night» |
| So may I continue as the story unfolds |
| I love to see them skirts do the tootsie roll |
| With a hell of a body, no shame in the game |
| So hurry up and pass T-Dubb the Mary Jane |
| As I’m leanin' out the window of a droptop fo' |
| Sippin' Christian Brothers, Lina pour me some mo' |
| Dippin', flossin', creepin' and crawlin' |
| Feelin' like a real OG cuz we ballin' |
| Hit the switch now scrapes the ground |
| And that’s how I clown when I’m puttin' it down |