Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dikembe Palumbo , by - Jake PalumboRelease date: 28.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dikembe Palumbo |
| I smack a hipster back to DUMBO |
| Unsportsmanlike conduct, Dikembe Palumbo |
| Regretfully never acting my age |
| World Television Champ, Lorenzo Lamas — Renegade |
| I’m vexed & left hanging in the vestibule |
| You’ll soon be regrettable for questioning my vision |
| Unquestionable I got more heart in my left testicle |
| Moved to Brooklyn back when that was still a questionable decision |
| Back when Giuliani was getting rid of Orange Julius |
| I was fool enough to think that I could really do this |
| Buster Keaton, with a deadpan expression |
| Deadpool ambition, Part III Lethal Weapon |
| Mene Gene interview, off the head, hexed stupor |
| Superman’s cool, but we influenced by Lex Luthor |
| Shoot the fair one? |
| Never |
| Rather shoot you for tresspassing |
| Test pressing, white-label, money order, check cashing |
| HOOK (Scratching): |
| On stage with the planet in the palm of my hand |
| Whatever I’m spitting on |
| Get with the business |
| Royalty from the County of Kings |
| I’ll still be on the grind when it all collapse, & |
| You’ll be first to catch this beat-down |
| I got Brooklyn manners, & Tennessee tendencies |
| Deep discussions, turn to deep concussions |
| Professor, pound in my dresser |
| Overstand the underhanded ways of my camp, B |
| VERSE 2 — Sean Price |
| Welcome to Brownsville, my kids it ain’t a jungle |
| Got a lot of blocks, Ahk — Dikembe Mutumbo |
| French Spader gun blow, Timbs beige & gum-sole |
| Got blood on the bottom, thugs up in Sodom |
| Savage life, appetite for destruction |
| Bagging white, smack a hermaphrodite in the function |
| Conjuction Junction, you f***s is pumpkin |
| Pie, I am fly, awesome Henny consumption |
| Too old for bulls***, playtime is over |
| Grey 9 with the mule-kick, playtime for doujas |
| Rap real life, life really’s a wrap |
| Your s*** b**** weak, 16 is 6 feet deep |
| Baby bar, par, crap in your diapers |
| I’m crazy, I don’t play with y’all |
| Crack in the pipers |
| Get the memo |
| Sean been hard since the days of «It's A Demo» |
| (REPEAT HOOK) |
| VERSE 3 — Jake Palumbo |
| Respectful honky, amicable Anglo |
| Productive junkie, eat a Xanax with a mango |
| Annex your assets by any means needed |
| Half this board meeting don’t seem to realize I’m weeded |
| Southern hospitality, humble to a fault |
| But you push the wrong button, got no problems with assault |
| You getting mushy, spending money on your lady |
| I’m getting pussy wearing clothes from Old Navy |
| But my Ralph Lauren Polo’s are pressed up like vinyl |
| Address me as Your Highness in the presence of your rivals |
| Electrified Blanka, fighting M. Bison |
| Finally earned a shot for 16 with Mic Tyson |
| Jake Palumbo, Jake Steed, Jake Lamotta |
| Jake It Till You Make It, take the money, make it hotter |
| Born in Tennessee you tend to see a lot of firearms |
| Fire out your speakers guaranteed as long as I’m on |
| (REPEAT HOOK) |