Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nigga Yeah Know , by - T-Rock. Song from the album Enquiring Minds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопNigga Yeah Know |
| Yo, yo… What the fuck’s goin' on |
| With all you undercover-ass playa haters |
| All motha-fuckin' snitch |
| My nigga T. Rock shit |
| What the fuck y’all tryin' to do? |
| Y’all tryin' to hold us down or somethin'? |
| Ya know what I’m sayin', you niggas can’t do that |
| 'Cause we 'bout it baby |
| Ya know what I’m sayin', it’s all good |
| We can see you, but you can’t see us nigga |
| Me and the Rockafella, T Rock baby |
| ATL, Memphis, the whole motha-fuckin' south |
| And you know that nigga |
| Can I begin the story of a nigga |
| Tryin' to make a million for eternity |
| In the city of Atlanta |
| Reapin', wreck an angel from a grandma |
| But it ain’t no way for me to make green |
| 'Til my nigga T-Low introduced me |
| To Mac and The Kaze |
| Then no one could stop me |
| All that juice to her, I swear? |
| ? |
| Prophet P and recruited me |
| Nigga I turned to Prophet Posse |
| Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide |
| Spittin' fury out my Range and ride |
| Burnin' rappers like bacon fried |
| Won’t you tell me who’ll stop a playa 50 rollin' nationwide |
| Provin' high niggas that you anxious |
| Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps |
| Watch us from gauges, we snatchin' your soul |
| And vote it Heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it |
| And you’s a nigga tryna spread a story |
| 'Bout some shit that didn’t happen in my lifetime |
| All you fakers and phonies are on the edge |
| Like a superstar man walkin' tightlines |
| Ever want a nigga on the white grind |
| Nationwide niggas on the rise |
| Sportin' a disguise, creep up on ya |
| And it don’t matter what ?? |
| Triple 6 kill like clan and T. Rock |
| Rockafella stretch a million other papers |
| Won’t you realize |
| A nigga finally came up in the game |
| All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss |
| Act like I don’t know, you got to deal it straight |
| Now you burnin' niggas down to a crisp |
| And I don’t risk 'cause I’m T. R-O-C-K |
| Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways |
| Runnin' hoochies with gold in their mouths |
| And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way |
| 1 — Nigga yeah know |
| Nigga, yeah know |
| We rollin' clean rides |
| And we blowin' hella dope, nigga |
| Do a motha-fuckin' S.O.S |
| Step on sight, what the fuck you gonna do when you bleed? |
| I’ll be comin' with the Prophet Posse |
| Know that Gangsta Boo |
| I’m 'bout the baddest bitch that you ever seen |
| How many times you wanna hold me down |
| But like that named Puffy, bitch, I would not go |
| All the other stupid shit that you be kickin' |
| When I’m pimpin', when you slip, run into my front door |
| I be rollin' with them niggas that’s out the projects |
| You wanna bet |
| ?W-L? |
| dub your whole motha-fuckin' chest |
| Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me |
| It’s money over bitches, yeah |
| I’m the type of bitch that be kickin' shit |
| The type of bitch that be takin' other bitches' dick |
| The type of bitch that be all about a paper chip |
| The type of bitch that ride with the Triple 6 |
| Miss steady and the Rockafella crew can load clips |
| With lyrical ??? |
| the whole slip |
| Gangsta Boo got ??? |
| take and slap a trick down to the floor |
| And give her swole lips |
| It’s all good, I think I got her to a 5 |
| Got you finally realizin' you be hypnotized |
| Me and my nigga T. Rock ??? |
| We smoked out straight to Atlanta, live |
| Repeat 1 to fade |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: T-Rock
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Gangsta Boo