Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Em Know, artist - J. WellsAlbum song Digital Smoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bonzi
Song language: English
Let Em Know |
| I’ll make it bounce 'til the bumper touch |
| The bitch wanna fuck but she talk too much |
| If this is our castle then we keep it plush |
| Tha Liks, J. Wells and my nigga Kurupt |
| Huh, y’all must wanna get back slapped |
| Butch Cassidy on the hook so where my dap at? |
| Digital Master, don’t let me let loose |
| I’ll have your white-t lookin' like |
| You spilled cranberry juice and vodka |
| Born on the eighth month just to rock ya |
| The West Coast chopper, believe it when we pop ya |
| Likwit and D.P.G. |
| — we keep it in the family like mobsters |
| Just let 'em know, how we spit crazy flow |
| That destroys you… yeah |
| They’ll never know, how we kick down them doors |
| That’s what them gangstas do… |
| We comin' right at you, just let 'em know |
| Ay yo, it’s the J to the Ro |
| 16 switches get the fo' off the floor |
| 16 bars got my foot through the door |
| And I still got it bad with a Alkaholik flow |
| And I ain’t really trippin' off nobody tryin' to run up |
| I got homies that’ll blast you while I’m crackin' a blunt up |
| From sun down to sun up, I’m in the studio makin' history |
| Plus I keep a lil' thick chick with me |
| Tash, J. Wells, Butch Cassidy and Kurupt |
| Your homie J-Ro, buyin' cribs out in Europe |
| Huh, I keep it poppin', do it big, make it happen |
| Go hard, bubble out, keep it hood, let 'em know my nigga |
| Just let 'em know, how we spit crazy flow |
| That destroys you… yeah |
| They’ll never know, how we kick down them doors |
| That’s what them gangstas do… |
| We comin' right at you, just let 'em know |
| I could scream it, I could yell it, I could tag it on brick walls |
| But you still won’t understand how Tash lock like pit jaws |
| Through trials and tribulations (avoided all pit falls) |
| All I do is spit and you get hit with the spit balls |
| Like Rick Ross I’m pushin' everything to the limit |
| Push my Benz a buck-20, crash that shit like it was rented |
| See me and it thunk, CaTash name ring ringtones |
| I’m known for startin' shit, I got balls the size of King Kong |
| (I lay tracks flat) Ever since my introduction |
| J. Wells passed me the blunt so now he guilty of Kuruption |
| Fuck it, (we just fuck) and let 'em go |
| Dogg Pound and Tha Alkies here to let y’all bitches know |
| Just let 'em know, how we spit crazy flow |
| That destroys you… yeah |
| They’ll never know, how we kick down them doors |
| That’s what them gangstas do… |
| We comin' right at you, just let 'em know |
| Now this my type of shit |
| Posted up, smokin' on some bomb |
| Rollin' through the streets just bangin' some bomb shit |
| J. Wells — did it again, Bonzi J |
| Yeah, please believe it, Kurupt, we doin' it big |
| This the outro I hope y’all had a ball |
| We gon' keep it bangin' out, ya dig? |
| Let me hit that… Digital Smoke |