Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Land of the Snakes, artist - J. Cole. Album song Born Sinner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Land of the Snakes |
This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with |
Lord, know some hoes from the past |
Like, «Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich» |
Well, shoulda asked |
It’s funny how these niggas on some real «be cool with me» shit |
I bag two bitches like it’s two of me, bitch |
This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with |
Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch |
No more sleeping in my brother room |
Like, «Man, I might as well be sleeping in my mother room» |
'Cause how I’m supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here? |
Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all his old gear |
This his flow here, this is no fair, this is so pure |
This is so clear, this is one breath, this is no air |
Ain’t no wedding but I do the most here |
I’m the President, you the co-chair |
You the player, yeah, I’m the coach here, nigga, I coast here |
This weather got me set up on this West Coast, yeah |
Avoiding the snakes, AKs, and coke, yeah |
Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there |
Man, I been thinkin' 'bout movin' out |
What? |
Country boy in the city |
Of New York nine years, ran that shit like Diddy |
Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy |
Nothing’s impossible |
And all you lame niggas show me what not to do |
I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight |
She told me, «Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you» |
I told her, «Awww baby don’t start! |
I ain’t looking for the way to your heart!» |
She said, «You 'bout to miss church» while she riding me |
I like my sundaes with a cherry on top |
Make that ass drop (drop, drop) |
Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) |
Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) |
Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop, drop) |
Now if you only had one wish is it devious? |
'Cause you already know who your genie is |
Ain’t get a cover now your mag on my penis |
Like damn, he turned out to be a genius |
Damn, real shit nigga, no Pixar |
You niggas soft like Meagan Good’s lips are |
My kicks hard, my whip hard |
I came out the womb with my dick hard |
Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard |
It’d be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard |
Don’t get exposed to these hoes boy, knock it off |
I seen your mama in the Benz when she dropped you off |
Damn, now who more thorough than me? |
I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see |
Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see |
Gotta ask myself, «What mean the world to me?» |
Me, me |
Nothing’s impossible |
And all you lame niggas show me what not to do |
I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight |
She told me, «Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you» |
I told her, «Aw baby don’t start! |
I ain’t looking for the way to your heart!» |
She said, «You bout to miss church» while she riding me |
I like my sundaes with a cherry on top |
Make that ass drop (drop, drop) |
Make that ass drop |
Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) |
Make that ass drop |
Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) |
Make that ass drop |
Hey make that ass drop |
Make that ass drop |
Make, hey, make that ass drop (drop) |
Hey, you seen me in this every damn day (drop) |
It got the dick hard as a rock (drop) |
And I can’t control (Let it rock) |
Hehe, control |
This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street wit' |
Yeah |
This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street wit' |
A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills |
That’s when I ran into this chick I went to college with |
Yeah, back when a nigga was on scholarship |
Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit |
That’s the least I owed her 'cause see I tried to hit |
On the first night, and nah, I ain’t proud of it |
I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it |
And I never called back, how thoughtfulless |
Now I’m standing in the streets tryna politic with her |
In her mind she calling me a misogynist, nigga |
On some Bobby Brown shit, my prerogative, nigga |
Is to hit and never commit |
Not realizing when I hit she never forgets |
So every time I ignore the telephone call |
Saying I’ll hit her back knowing I’m never gon' call, she was hurting |
Now she’s staring dead in my face, she was smirking |
Like, «Yeah, I remember and nah you ain’t worth shit, nigga |
You ain’t worth shit, nigga» |
Hm, this the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with |