Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mall (Feat. G-Dep & Shiggy Sha), artist - Gang Starr. Album song Moment Of Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
The Mall (Feat. G-Dep & Shiggy Sha) |
Intro/chorus: repeat 2x |
Make money money -- go shoppin! |
Take money money -- go shoppin! |
No matter what the weather, winter spring or fall |
Well be doin it… «at the mall» |
Yo what the deal cousin, gave him a pound now we huggin |
In the mall thuggin, buggin, spent a few hundred |
Shorties must be lovin, shit, jigg to my wallows |
They watch like movado so I floss like Im lotto |
You aint loungin, til youve been countin by the thousands |
Profilin, pushin more weight than your medallion |
We be wildin, lockin blocks down just like the island |
Dough pilin, we keeps it in the family like italians |
Ballin, cop some charles jordan and some icebergs |
Ice herbs, nice curves, girlfriend with the white fur |
Pushed up, feel her like some shots of tequila |
Said her mans a dealer, with all these bags from antilla |
He got to be, but you hot to me, you under lock and key? |
Laid it down properly, this cat at sterns watchin me Moved on me sloppily, prepare for the fallout |
With gats to blow the wall out, clear the mall out |
Yo, dont be mad at me, I used to be King raggedy, fiends naggin me, shit I had to breathe |
Gradually, rocked casually, sha passed the leave |
Vaseline slick shit, green stick shit |
Honey got some mean lipstick, my knots this thick |
And I cop the meanest shit, still ride discus |
But cops frisk us, the block whispers |
Theft need to stop, how we cop |
But you can guess like them jeans you rock |
For now Im rollin right, cause I had four faces |
Fightin four cases in? |
north face? |
of dolemite |
So if hes here I ace the toners out my holdin tight |
Shorty lookin innocent there, in benetton gear |
Nuttin innocent here, this? |
henneson gear? |
Give us a year, to really see clear, through these cartiers |
And do it party yea is what Ill probably hear |
Sharkskin is what Ill probably wear, designed by pierre, trust me And look lovely with it Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly fitted, ruggedly hittin |
Fitted in my coogi knitted, compliments on the doobie did it Got the movie rented if the crew be with it yo Most times Im casual, but easily I switch |
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by paul smith |
And purchase some kicks by kenneth cole |
Cop a hilfiger, or polo goose, for when its cold |
Armani, and gaultier specs cover my eyes |
The definition of jiggy so you best to recognize |
At the mall, Im baggin up, much more than gear |
Victoria, be whisperin mad secrets in my ear |
She wanted me to knock her in the back of foot locker |
I chuckled as she kicked more game than soccer |
Others try to copy, I see em when they mock me Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent is? |
seemiyaka? |
All the way from green acres to the beverly center |
Heads turn, and Im the main concern when I enter |
At albee square, niggaz wouldnt even dare |
With that fake thuggish ruggish when them brooklyn kids be in there |
Saw? |
newriqi l? |
and then a sweet for my girl |
Stylin, on the cell phone smilin, its my world |
Cant forget the avorex, pocket for the royalty checks |
My crew be showin loyalty, plus utmost respect |
Yo son, go pioneer them bimbos, while I get some timbos |
Later on that night youll find them nymphos |
Thats how it goes cause mad heads be in the mall |
Lets breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call |