Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24K Rap, artist - J Dilla. Album song Jay Stay Paid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
24K Rap |
| H-A-V-O, I’m iller, rocking over Dilla |
| Paint a picture clearer than a mirror |
| I come from that era where everything matters |
| Lyrics counting for something, careers got shattered now |
| Everybody’s rock stars, who am I to knock 'em though |
| Daring something, if you do, you fall like a domino |
| Smoke a little tropical, niggas is so comical |
| But I been stopped laughing a long time ago |
| Ain’t nothing funny, head knocked off shoulders |
| Everytime I spit, it’s like I put the game to the cobra |
| Babies to the game it’s I’m pushing they strollers |
| Coming at me sideways, they in a rush to get older |
| First round is over |
| I ain’t playing with them, no, I wake 'em up like Folgers |
| I’m a general, believe that, ya’ll nothing but soldiers |
| Like Cee, I’m a finisher, the number one closer |
| I’m about my business |
| Don’t worry bout me, homey, mind your business |
| Cuz this is grown folks business |
| Nothing to do with you, so just mind your business |
| All day, every day, about my business |
| Niggas keep talking, I’mma pop the biscuit |
| Keep playing, have your brain leaking that liquid |
| Sit back, enjoy, the flow |
| Yo, we project livers, lick that liver |
| Run with a bag of cash and flip that wig up |
| Won’t deny it, holding iron, flows is giant |
| Catch you with nine keys, supplying |
| Come to my town, strap up |
| Underground kings with the crown, black down and blacked up |
| Reefer is the greatest, paid us, Las Vegas, nineteen a pop |
| Catch me up top famous |
| Everything on my wrist, Swiss made |
| Run up in the Gucci shop, Glock warm, give me the Crys' suade |
| Everybody living to get paid |
| Everybody make it out the hood, or get sprayed or get grazed |
| Yeah, yo, my style is trifyn' |
| Anything on my neck, hands is lightning |
| Come tear it down, I might sing |
| Never on a stand, only my writing hand with bright lens |
| With seal, baby bro |
| Yeah, beast mode, H-A-V-O |
| Dudes get popped, snitches sing like Ne-Yo |
| That’s why you always catch me rocking for dolo |
| Police putting pressure, niggas acting all homo |
| Can’t fuck with em, puff on that piff then they analyze |
| Looking for what it is, watch for the landmines |
| Run but you can’t hide, lyrical landslide |
| Homicide, know about you, but I got mines |
| Grind like the gears on a Porsche, I’m so driven |
| Foot to the pedal, I’m heavy footed, there’s no limit |
| No gimmick, what you see is what you get it |
| No skinny jeans, only thing fitting is my fitted |
| Knowhatimean? |
| Some of ya’ll won’t get it |
| I do my own thing, hold to my pivet |
| Yeah, life can be a bitch, but we live it |
| To the fullest, niggas just made cuz we chilling |