Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tap Out, artist - Grand Puba.
Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Tap Out |
Okay, New York City |
It’s been a long time but the wait is over |
Let’s go, you know |
Here’s what I recommend you run go tell your friends (better tell her) |
To tell a friend to tell friend (better tell her) |
That Grandpa Rock back at it again |
Here’s what I recommend (for Twitter) |
Instagram go tell your friends (Facebook) |
To tell a friend to tell friend (tell her) |
That Grandpa Rock back at it again (yeah) |
So what’s good ya’ll |
I’m be the spook sat by the door |
I’m blackballed when I speak for the cause |
When I talk nothing it get me awards |
When I touch the stage mamis throw up the drugs |
I know it’s been a little minute since you heard me |
No matter what you tryna do you can’t curb me |
Cause I’m still that nigga since the days of Hilfiger |
With the low all day, low life |
That’s why my swag to this day still stay relevant |
Step in the room niggas like here come the elephant |
Now all the girls start coming, Uncle Tom starts running |
Devils be like, U-Turn, peace to the gods |
This is melanin music so start clapping |
And if you liking the melanin start acting |
We bout to turn up, get it lit |
First niggas in the hood to go bootleg platinum |
Here’s what I recommend you run go tell your friends |
To tell a friend to tell friend |
That Grandpa Rock back at it again |
Here’s what I recommend you run go tell your friends |
To tell a friend to tell friend |
That Grandpa Rock back at it again |
Now have you ever in your life met a cat like me |
I spit these bars till the black man’s free |
Same time flashback get loused with the L.I.T |
Now I’m P with some N.I.C |
We’re the hills with the hilly, I might VIP |
I’m at the bar with the Z.O.D |
Now Stanford got her eyes on me |
Came with the math now now she OD |
You run the show with the C.O.D |
The Grand Puba what the game could use |
I’m a winner don’t know how to lose |
I stay crisp, fresh line of kicks |
Ain’t nothing but the flick of the biscuit splash brother |
Let it go, wait for the swish |
Now shawty wanna blow up my six |
Send me flicks wanna show me her tits |
Bout she gay I don’t care bro |
We grown men over here |
And if you feeling this one, put it in the air |
Here’s what I recommend you run go tell your friends |
To tell a friend to tell friend |
That Grandpa Rock back at it again |