Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crown Me, artist - Hopsin. Album song Pound Syndrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Funk Volume, Warner
Song language: English
Crown Me |
Where the vatos roam and they blast they hammers |
Never had no sense, so I’m bad with manners |
Who’d’ve thought I’d be livin' life in the flashin' cameras? |
Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh!) |
Niggas could never figure me out like Rubik’s (Cubes) |
I be bullyin' everybody like I’m Brutus! |
(Who?) |
So don’t underestimate me, I do this, truest |
I’m calm and ill but still drop bombs, I kill |
You know the deal, with my godly skills |
You wanna jog the field in my shoes? |
There’s a lot to fill |
It won’t happen, you cannot be real |
Man, there’s so many rappers that wanna catch my fade |
So many bitches that wanna snatch my brain |
I’ll probably end up on the news, dead, bullet in the head |
Mama in the street yellin': «That's my baby!» |
You want me to keep it to a minimal with the syllables? |
I think you should get up off my genitals |
Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, |
this shit is critical |
I’ma have to get rough and get all my sentinels |
Nigga, what you be sippin' on? |
I’m guessin' your pen is broke |
Is it difficult for you to get better? |
You’re so despicable |
'Cause your shit is boo-boo, your bars are predictable |
I do not bump it, it’s hard to get into you |
Please admit it, man, the voyage is radical |
Mind is set to just destroy, I’m an animal |
Killin' shit, man, I’m a poisonous antidote |
I be on it, man, your boy’s international |
Yeah, I’m mad with rhymes |
Been doin' this since '99, I’m a mastermind |
Homie, it’s 2015, and all my niggas gon' kill it |
When they finish the job, the other half is mine |
Fool, you ain’t on that real shit |
I live here, you on a field trip |
I’m made of shit you ain’t built with |
You a bitch, yo' girl need a real dick |
It’s no doubt niggas gon' feel this |
You don’t scare niggas, not even a little bit |
I serve you, you get the bill quick |
Crown me, I’m a real prince |
Give me that crown boy! |
(Give it!) |
I said «Give me that shit!» |
Give me that crown boy! |
(C'mon!) |
I said «Give me that shit!» |
Give me that crown boy! |
(Give it!) |
I said «Give me that shit!» |
Give me that crown boy! |
(C'mon!) |
Give me that shit! |
The rap game’s mine, I revolve it round me |
I think I have lost it, and my mind’s exhausted |
I’m nauseous from the process |
Of hoppin' on stage and tryin' to dive in moshpits |
Nigga, why you focused on diamonds? |
These Cubic Zirconia’s all up in my ear |
Over jewelry, I don’t get excited |
My perception in life is «Why the fuck am I here, nigga?» |
I’ve been this way since your ass has been suckin' on titties |
Since niggas cocked back and start bustin' on 50 |
Since J-Lo was mobbin' in public with Diddy |
Since Biggie and Pac got shot up, it’s a pity |
That bullshit you’re talkin', I’m not in the mood, bro |
Continue yappin', you’ll see Hopsin is brutal |
Keep pushin' me, you gon' get dropped with some Judo |
You fannin' out like you want cock in yo' culo |
Niggas only in it for money and bitches |
I don’t even think they wanna rap no more |
But they wanna be all over the television |
Rockin' feminine shit, tryin' to act homo |
Old bi-ass niggas can’t bypass niggas |
«I can’t change even if I tried"-ass niggas |
Tight jeans on so they show yo' ass-ass niggas |
In the pool with the homie, tryin' to splash-ass niggas |
Fruity as Mike and Ike, |
you’ll get diced to rice |
When I arrive I pull up like «Hi! |
Surprise!» |
It might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high |
Fuckin' with an ape; |
no Life of Pi |
Tell me, what position would the game be in |
Without me havin' the ability to rape the pen? |
Pound Syndrome, this is it, I’m weighin' in |
I still hate y’all niggas and I can’t pretend |
Fool, you ain’t on that real shit |
I live here, you on a field trip |
I’m made of shit you ain’t built with |
You a bitch, yo' girl need a real dick |
It’s no doubt niggas gon' feel this |
You don’t scare niggas, not even a little bit |
I serve you, you get the bill quick |
Crown me, I’m a real prince |
Give me that crown boy! |
(Give it!) |
I said «Give me that shit!» |
Give me that crown boy! |
(C'mon!) |
I said «Give me that shit!» |
Give me that crown boy! |
(Give it!) |
I said «Give me that shit!» |
Give me that crown boy! |
(C'mon!) |
Give me that shit! |