Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song March, artist - Hi-Tek. Album song Hi-teknology - Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
March |
To smack they ass around with this trip nigga |
Here we go! |
Yeah, c’mon, yeah, let’s go |
I-I think it’s long overdue that we give it to niggas in a new way |
Yeah! |
Yeah (march) c’mon |
Yeah (march) let’s go |
Nah I think this shit is feelin so good we just gon' keep it goin |
Stay wit me! |
You better march (down here) |
All my niggas march (down here) |
C’mon, march (down here) |
I like how this shit is goin, check it, aiyyo |
Y’all niggas know what’s up, what the fuck, aiyyo |
The God is back, muh’fucker get low |
Creep on a nigga and back the heat slow |
Shame that we caught you on the back street though |
Peep though, better chill when I’m tryin to speak yo |
Chop a nigga’s shit until they white meat show |
Hook right, never been this right befo' |
Light speed, hop up in the white G-fo' |
Huh! |
It’s like shootin a free throw |
When you see the bullet flyin up out of my peephole |
Stack that cake, nigga bundle up the dough |
Got a whole lot of gats around in my humble abode |
Got a whole lot of crack for your corner the drug sto' |
Better know how to act’s what I carry the toast fo' |
When you roll through the hood, you better run it round here |
Where the heater will spark, because we march (down here) |
When we on the strip you know we march (down here) |
You gettin that money you better march (down here) |
If you a soldier nigga march down here |
And if you walk the Crip, you better march (down here) |
If you wiggle your back you better march (down here) |
Do the damn step bitch, march (down here) |
We do it for the hood when we march (down here) |
Rep it for the block, nigga march |
Huh! |
I’ve got a whole shitload |
You know what it is, muh’fucker (FLIPMODE!) |
Don’t ask me shit, why? |
(When?) What? |
(How?) |
The plan was sick, we on Aftermath now! |
Got money to get, 'fore a nigga (sign out) |
My nigga that’s with me, muh’fucker (ride out) |
You know you a puss, I think you better (hide out) |
Bitches in the club, I see they wanna (whyle out) |
Hmm, now I see your whole scheme |
We wreck the ship, while you niggas blow steam |
Blow somethin and create a whole new scene |
It don’t even matter, murk somethin, knahmean? |
Police roamin in the back of the club |
Act like we ain’t got a gat in the club |
You niggas better have respect |
'Fore the eagle’ll spark, that’s how we march! |
Now throw your right arm straight out to the front like this |
Act like it’s on the steering wheel |
Act like it’s on the steering wheel |
Act like it’s on the steering wheel |
Make your left arm sit up on that car window |
Wrist so froze it looks, unreal |
Wrist so froze it looks, unreal |
I got a old school nickname, Chilly Chill |
Check it — a lot of you niggas, see your shit outdated |
(You ain’t know?) Franchise player just got traded |
Mad ice like a nigga just ice skated |
Must blow, only if the 'dro, high graded |
(March) up on the strip to my niggas migrated |
Dry state, more they kinda dehydrated |
Lion’s Gate money movin deals overrated |
Accordin to my mother friends I shoulda never made it |
(March) all my niggas just (march) here we go |
Take shit from a nigga like repo |
Police look up in my little keyhole |
Worried about, all the shit we sold |
Old news nigga, shit about a week old |
(March) in the name of the paper we fold |
Whatever you want, you niggas weak round here |
We back the john, and cock heat (down here) |