Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low Co., artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song The Good Sun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.05.2010
Song language: English
Low Co. |
| LOCOS IN THE FRONT |
| PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK |
| I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON A CUT |
| I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH |
| Yo, when I talk, listen. |
| I build a ark, flood and escape |
| Marks running this base like Marquis Grissom |
| Marks running in place on marquees |
| Nonsense narcissism, which God sees, this was God given upon me as part of |
| part-nership |
| It came with con-ditons |
| The first being: non-fiction; |
| ohm shanti |
| Honor the omniscient |
| To scribe for the all seeing, I strive as an artisan |
| I’m known like the coefficient |
| For true official |
| True efficient |
| Orpheus |
| Homey I teach fishing |
| Can’t stand the degrees homey then leave kitchens |
| My peaks is beyond reach even by Reed Richards |
| I ain’t wishing for rags to riches |
| If I could turn «bitch» to «ma'am» or «Mrs.» |
| Rags are sufficient |
| Conquest through my compositions |
| The clock’s ticking |
| And all the while the plot thickens |
| You might want to check it out |
| LOCOS IN THE FRONT |
| PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK |
| I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON A CUT |
| I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH |
| My nexus be that next ish |
| Such that the members of my species crowned me founding father of the following |
| feces |
| Ain’t got no twitter followers who’d commit the folly of hollering for freebies |
| Ain’t all jolly in hollywood |
| Backstage models steal bottles of Fiji |
| Your eyelids are getting very heavy |
| You’re getting very sleepy |
| Hypnosis is the focus of the culprits promoting what joven behold on the TV |
| Ironic they take being hard and, make it look easy |
| Portray that there’s a greater green 'sides the greens that are leafy |
| Made toting macs something PC before the Mac and the PC |
| Might say I’m whining like Bebe and Cece |
| But it’s only true like only two’s in a package of Reese’s |
| The simple fact is rap is jacked up like Jack and his bean seeds |
| Who planted his beanstalk |
| I’m warming up the EMP |
| Boy Sand Industries |
| The bees knees |
| Biggest music factory since C & C |
| Sweet dreams |
| LOCOS IN THE FRONT |
| PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK |
| I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON A CUT |
| I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH |
| LOCOS IN THE FRONT |
| PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK |
| I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON THE CUT |
| I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH |
| You could find me in the who’s who of who’s huge on YouTube |
| My tunes for the Tutsis and the Hutus |
| The Crips and Pirus |
| Who can’t hide from high risk at high noon |
| And good sister’s who’s dissed |
| Dismissing fools whistling from stoops like wild wolves howl at full moons |
| How rude |
| The here and now |
| Hear it now, new |
| Loud crowds of thousands going «wowsers» at how I do |
| Guerilla Monsoon |
| Godzilla/Kong feuds in every bar |
| Dip in the fondu |
| The fuzz doesn’t approve pumping the volume |
| Fangul |
| The food glorious food’s the fuel |
| Decorative bowls of frozen fruit |
| Light a fuse within the skulls of the chosen few |
| The environs remain a zoo |
| Until it’s Limewired inside Zunes |
| Out of the wazoo! |
| LOCOS IN THE FRONT |
| PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK |
| I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON THE CUT |
| I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH |
| LOCOS IN THE FRONT |
| PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK |
| I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON THE CUT |
| I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH |
| Believe that |