Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Way, artist - Jim Jones. Album song Vampire Life 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vampire Life
Song language: English
No Way |
| (Turn me up Stevie Q |
| Make sure these niggas here me clearly |
| Why you niggas sleeping while we working? |
| Understand that |
| There’s money to be made |
| Its that sleep when ya dead where I’m from |
| If I died I woke up a Vampire |
| No more sleeping baby) |
| Jim Jones: |
| With every breath that’s inside of me |
| VAMPIRE LIFE my debt to our society |
| Half my niggas paying debts to their society |
| So I been having problems with my sobriety |
| Word, I’m paranoid, I know they rioty |
| I watch the feds, I know they eying me |
| Promise myself never let a ho lie to me |
| I watch myself, Im getting bread in low economy |
| I pray to God that there be to lining me |
| I got thirty stacks in my designer jeans |
| Word, we getting wasted like the whole day |
| The bitch said my kisses taste like Rose' |
| But my dick harder than a roll of quarters |
| Twenty champagnes was the total order |
| A hundred grand for that frozen water |
| Hope you got your passport just to show the border |
| Up in Harlem, If I ain’t God then I next to him |
| Drop top hard, something sexy sitting next to him |
| WHO GON GET IT NEXT NIGGA |
| I got fatty, fuck a muthafuckin cheque nigga |
| I keep twenty cash on me daily |
| Guns on blast cause they wanna kill me |
| We in Jamaica off Miami Vice |
| Catch us up in leers on Miami nights |
| See, ya might not understand the life |
| Word how I splurge about ten grand a night |
| The beast holding the swammy tight |
| Tryna tell my white girl make sure the candy right |
| I still hit the block if I fucking please |
| No roof just a watch on my fucking sleeve |
| Make you wanna stop an feel the fucking breeze |
| I told her brush the suede of my fucking sleeve |
| Trav: Hook: |
| When them lights go low (go low) |
| Everyone’s a tough guy |
| I seen 'em till the shots fly |
| Then the sames ones that talking |
| Write to homicide |
| No way no way couldn’t be my nigs |
| No way no way swallow my pride nigga |
| No way no way I’d rather die nigga |
| I’mma ride for my niggas |
| Tellem that I said no way |
| Jim Jones: |
| My statements are inadmissible in court |
| Cause I used to dribble hard with them bricks I brought |
| Get them cars, like the wicked porsche |
| Niggas act hard, then we load the clips in the Taurus |
| Ya thats sure to clear a nigga thoughts |
| Well if I’m underrated, that’s your richest thought |
| Think about it, here’s just a thought |
| They got me looking at this game like it a bitches sport |
| Niny says she can make ya do magic |
| Have ya block clicking like its blue magic |
| I watched the Eighties |
| I killed the Nineties |
| Now I’m having scary dreams from all this guilt behind me |
| So then I party like its '99 |
| Towers hitten, it was hard for us to find a line |
| The drop rate is just silent dry |
| Me and Trav in the drop head on Sunset Drive |
| Now I slip in, gun by my side |
| Paranoid for every fan that run by his side |
| Trying not catch a homicide |
| Trying make it back to the east, where mamas fried |
| Hook: |