Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shout It Out, artist - Hieroglyphics. Album song LIVE Full Circle Tour, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.04.2005
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Shout It Out |
| Shout it out loud and proud |
| Understand me and my family |
| Do the damn thing |
| Shout it out, shout it out |
| I wanna eat Nikka Costa like she was pasta |
| And lick Nelly Furtado like gellato |
| I make 'em sing high notes of st-staccatto |
| And gettin Maxim hiero tattoos tomorrow |
| I’m trying to get my mind off punany it’s hard though |
| How hard? |
| Harder than Suge Knight ask Vanilla |
| It’s killa, Neo-Nazis couldn’t stop me |
| See Op Lindsey see no busy still a fleet of freaks jock me |
| Like I’m cocky I’m a handle mine |
| Squeeze lime on my Corona keep my eye on my oponent |
| Flow hard like Omar Khadafi with a cocked 3.80 |
| Make em stop and listen when I start to spittin maybe |
| The part you missin is the art of ingenuity |
| Sadie Hawkins wouldn’t choose your lazy ass |
| You slow as a Mercury Topaz with no gas |
| Urkin me could get your bones cracked |
| Perfect street corner thug feel his heat from the ugh |
| Burnin deep in your young street sweepers in the slums |
| Clearin out fake shit take it back where it’s from |
| Understand me? |
| I build Pyramidiums with idioms |
| Over hip-hop drums in the city slums |
| Where my niggas from, where we be rollin the biggest blunts |
| Where the honeys is on us when we bend corners |
| Not as humongous since a young buck when I would run amuck |
| With the gun tucked snug in the small of my back |
| Now I’m renown all around the almanac and done did all of that |
| You cats still rebellin |
| But I’m a rebel and I’ll never let the devil win |
| I’m breaking the Rock of Gilbraltar down to pebbles when I alter sound |
| And let it spin like my medicine will and my good feelin |
| We come through con-geal-in we making moves not yieldin |
| I’m about to make the news |
| I’m Langston Hughes a poet to you gangsta dudes |
| Still sit around and drink some brews |
| A nigga thow down switchin up the bank I use |
| I hate to loose that’s why I still got weight to loose |
| You broke nigga was never paid eight for shoes |
| They confused I’m a cat that you can’t amuse |
| Never feelin no restraint nigga break the rules |
| Haze is cool but roll that phat |
| Put all that good green in the golden wrap |
| Who controlin rap? |
| And who holdin craps? |
| I’m a natural pick in my afro cap |
| Whatever you 'bout to cop I got half on that |
| Smash Rockwell sippin on caribbean cocktail |
| I know the block well got knock for sell |
| Just call me we can polly over lobster tails |
| Party over when a mobster bails |
| Hardly sober but I know she got a toxic smell |
| I need a bad bitch who rocks Chanel |
| Not the same one piece that she caught on sale |
| Keep it real stock wheels '76 Seville |
| Off hella shit tryin to tell a bitch the deal |
| He on one pullin skits that’ll get you killed |
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| pretty enough to paint pictures |