Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Succumb, artist - GDP. Date of issue: 10.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Succumb |
| Crunk butter, bubblegum sucker emcee’s |
| We’re not brothers, don’t hug me |
| Just succumb to the funk |
| Then come for the music |
| Stay for the drugs |
| This one goes out to the tar in my lungs |
| The guitar and the drums |
| Big ups to Al Saw — my man pots and pans |
| Break dutch, and put the roach out on the van |
| Traded a copy of Involvement for a gram |
| Said it’s FDA approved to make you shake your filthy rotten ass |
| J Stamps, maybe they didn’t know what to think at first |
| And then it’s like bing! |
| A lightbulb blinks, then it occurs |
| You’ve just confirmed every rumor I’ve heard |
| So let the DJ get word |
| And scratch it like someone poured itching powder all down his shirt |
| From New Jers' |
| For the world |
| That’s my oyster |
| And up-and-comers smell my hustle — |
| Ask for pointers |
| Or some sort of Division East affiliation |
| So that they can quit their day-shift |
| And come on vacation |
| From state to state |
| Another day, another dollar menu |
| Another shady promoter, another seedy fucking venue |
| Just give in to the rhythm, live it |
| Fuck around and sink your teeth in it |
| And done did em' another penny’s worth of wisdom |
| Complements of the peanut gallery |
| I try to surround myself with naive young girls down to breed |
| The east coast is cheetoes |
| Emcee’s are dangerously cheesy |
| Uplifting rap is far too preachy |
| And if GDP seems too big for his bridges |
| It’s probably because they don’t lead anywhere |
| Hip Hop is not a business |
| Fuck what you thought |
| And what you’ve sought after |
| The glamour and glitz of the cornball rap world |
| They tried to build Rome in a day |
| I’m like, you have to beg my pardon |
| But I’m horrible with names |
| And act suspicious |
| The sacrilegious |
| Rap’s Sid Vicious |
| Less talk, more get money, fuck bitches |
| Get on over like a bride |
| And spit to influence the youngsters |
| Do drugs, we’re already dead like The Munsters |
| Just let loose to the groove |
| True, I want to sniff some glue |
| Smoked my body weight in opium |
| And slept all afternoon |
| They said hey, somebody has to bring the fear back in rap |
| Matter fact, I’ll do a GDP concert and get stabbed |
| Hands on the mpc-2k pad like a harp |
| More in 16 bars than in some rappers whole careers |
| So peers can see me stack cheddar like Lord Sear |
| We can politic like lobbyists and solve problems with fists |
| All I’m saying is name one instance when I’m not the shit |
| I suppose I’ve got a certain way about me |
| Like there’s conviction in everything I say — no boundaries |
| Weed brownies and a vodka tonic stiff |
| Put me where I need to be when scheming mediocre chicks |
| The clam dip was halibut |
| She hollered when she heard me |
| Peace to Rumek and Terrorist |
| No subways in Jersey |
| It goes — East Cost, Beats Dope, Clean Choch, Weed Smoke |
| East Cost, Cheap Coke, Egos, Weed Smoke |
| East Cost, Skeet Hoes,, Weed Smoke |
| East Cost, Beats Dope, Vino, Weed Smoke |
| East Cost, Cheap Coke, Peeps Shows, Weed Smoke |
| East Cost, Beats Dope, Skeet Hoes, Weed Smoke |
| East Cost, Beats Dope, Clean Choch, Weed Smoke |
| East Cost, Cheap Coke, Egos, Weed Smoke |