Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breathe In Breathe Out, artist - Kanye West.
Date of issue: 09.02.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Breathe In Breathe Out |
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out |
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out |
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out |
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out |
Breathe in, breathe out |
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out |
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E’s out |
When I pull the piece out niggas like, «Peace out» |
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap |
I got to apologize to Mos and Kweli |
But is it cool to rap about gold |
If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? |
First nigga with a Benz and a backpack |
Ice chain, Cardi lens and a knapsack |
Always said if I rapped, I’d say somethin' significant |
But now I’m rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again |
And it’s still about the Benjamins |
Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms |
Strippers named Cinnamon, more chips than Pentium |
What’cha gon' buy next? |
Whatever new trend it is |
I’m tryin' to spend my stacks |
And I’m so broke I look back like |
«Damn, was I on crack?» |
I mean twelve platinum chains, was I on that? |
What the hell was wrong with me dog? |
Sing along with me y’all |
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out |
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out |
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out |
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out |
Breathe in, breathe out |
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out |
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E’s out |
When I pull the piece out niggas like, «Peace out» |
Now even though I went to college |
And dropped out of school quick |
I always had a Ph. D, a pretty huge dick |
Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like this |
And givin' head is like, «Oh well |
The shoes and the toothpick» |
Well, I’m in the club for a limited time |
Act now and get some action for 3.99 |
Later on I might charge for menage |
Heard her man was the boss of the floss |
But she still want to toss me the drawers |
And it ain’t gon' cost me because she my caddy |
'Cuz she grabbed my golf balls in the club |
And I’m still actin' calm than a mug |
She asked, «Can you drive me |
And the hunnies to where my Altima was?» |
While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man |
Baby I fully understand, let me help you with a plan |
While he trickin' off, don’t get no rich nigga |
Give me some head, that’ll really piss him off |
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out |
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out |
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out |
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out |
Breathe in, breathe out |
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out |
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E’s out |
When I pull a piece out niggas like, «Peace out» |
I blow past low class niggas with no cash |
In the fo' dash six, bitch you can go ask |
So when I go fast popo just laugh |
Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash |
Whatever comes first I’m prepared for the worst |
Whatever comes second I’ll be there with my weapon |
Pullin' up in the Lexuses, one on both hand |
So I guess them GSes was ambidextrous |
Coulda sworn her breasteses was sendin' me messages |
K, I need a free hand mammogram |
I got weed, drink and a handicam |
All of which is legal in Amsterdam |
So say my name like Candyman |
And I’ma come and fix you up like the handyman |
But if you don’t need a fix, girl you gotta leave |
You can’t take that all at one time ya gotta breathe |
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out |
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out |
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out |
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out |
Breathe in, breathe out |
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out |
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E’s out |
When I pull a piece out niggas like, «Peace out» |
Can you say, Chi city? |
Yeah |
Can you say, Chi city? |
Yeah |
Can you say, Chi city? |
Aha |
Can you say, Chi city? |
Yeah |
Can you say, Chi city? |
Can you say, Chi city? |
Chi city, Chi city |