Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Like That, artist - Inspectah Deck. Album song The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.06.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: In The Paint
Song language: English
It's Like That |
Yeah, this that brand new Rebel I.N.S., back on the set |
This shit is off the dial, Shaolin Style, better hold on to something |
Yo, S.I.N.Y. |
and what |
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, head or gut |
Yes, us, Lexus and next trucks |
Flesh plush, land plus, extras |
Cess, dust, whatever get you messed up |
Test us, get crushed, next up |
Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust |
Under pressure, they can’t take the head rush |
Talk to me, go and take the walk through me |
Or yours truly, will screw you like a tour groupie |
War duty, after I’mma call Suzy |
Tall cutie, she’ll do me like a porn movie |
I burn thousand degrees, nothin' match me |
You think you out of my league, now how can that be? |
Son, you follow my lead, playin' the back seat |
Ya’ll ride dicks like a taxi, it’s like that |
Here we go. |
I roll fat, holdin' a stash (it's like that) |
Home girl, blowin' my jack (like that) |
We boys in the mist of the noise (it's like that) |
We big boys whippin' them toys (like that) |
We up late, runnin' from jake (like that) |
And still got money to make (it's like that) |
From now until we finish the game (like that) |
The world gonna cherish the name (it's like that) |
Downtown blowin' my sound, blew out your Alpines |
Feel me, I did it for dough, this ain’t about rhymes |
Cash on delivery, not leavin' without mines |
Face tried to powder my shine, it’s about time |
To politic, poppin' the clip, bust off the hot shit |
Holler this, monstrous hit, and stop ya gossip |
I rep, what you expect, I took a set back |
Crept back, nursin' my wounds, lookin' for get back |
Forced to bring the pain, make 'em say my name |
Rings have changed, shinin' like I’m Ving Rhames |
Or King James, hustlin', I sling game |
Sting lames, this money makin' things change |
I bless heads, push past the full macs |
Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs |
Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats |
Draw blood, don’t even pull gats, it’s like that |
Aiyo, ya’ll better kick your shoes off |
And come on in! |
Aiyo, this is all for my Metro card, one dollar cab niggas |
Niggas who walk here, and all the ladies who stood on line in the rain |
With the bouncers who let the thugs slide, come on, come on. |
The streets watch, ya’ll gon get ya teeth knocked |
The heats hot, bustin' til the beef stop |
Preach not, our goal is to reach the top |
Knees drop, I light it up and clean shop |
Built with better design, clever mind |
Verbal tech 9, light years, ahead of my time |
And I, walk with, criminals who talk shit |
We talk business, the blocks is our office |
Many have come, few that could walk this |
Roam too far, catch static like a cordless |
I’m off this, pimpin' a broad, beyond gorgeous |
Gettin' lost, dippin' in twin Porsches, it’s like that |