Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Original, artist - Kool Keith. Date of issue: 22.11.2010
Song language: English
The Original |
| I’m hot as Hades, I drive a Mercedes |
| Chromed out, leavin niggas in awe when it bone out |
| Big dawg with his bone out |
| I’mma put hands on a nigga 'fore I let him run his mouth |
| Rollin up some bud, rollin up to the club |
| Sunroof wide open, bumpin «California Love» |
| I’m Philly to the heart but I’m a California thug |
| I don’t smoke nothin but Phillies and California drugs |
| Who all on the track? |
| I ain’t sayin no names |
| Everybody on the ground, I ain’t playin no games |
| I’m a rider, and every show is like a robbery |
| Put your hands, now everybody follow me |
| They call me Young Roscoe, I rob for gestapo |
| That’s who I bleed and die fo', you need to stop ho |
| The Suave A young assassins, we bonafide |
| Recognize by the way we mash that we roll and ride |
| Don’t be playin with my money — don’t be playin, playin with my money |
| I am serious 'bout my money — so serious, serious 'bout my money |
| And don’t be fuckin with my money — don’t be fuckin, fuckin with my money |
| Cause you could die over my money — you could die, over my money |
| I love this place, in California we chase |
| Papes push bass, fuck the return of Ma$e |
| Lay down, fuck dap, it’s a jack |
| Niggas attack for cash we clap, fuck a scrap nigga |
| We play thick figures nigga |
| Pull a strap you shiver, take yo' life motherfucker |
| The streets we roam, invade your home |
| What you own, we take, we keep, it’s not a loan |
| Stoned and determined to keep servin |
| Your papes I’m rollin, you’re new in town now you’re learnin |
| The game I’m takin, I’m and pickin up all the checks |
| The perks, the jetset lifestyle, the sex |
| I crunch the calvary with the wild bunch |
| Munch on ya brunch while y’all niggas lunch |
| Fuckin cowards, talk to 'em on records |
| «Gone in 60 Seconds» this song ya weapon |
| Give up ya snaps, lay flat, chicks attract |
| For the jack, my paper stacks |
| You’re doin it wrong, I’m doin it right, uhh |
| The street’s my life, my money, my wife |
| Don’t be playin, with my money, no |
| So serious 'bout my money, heyyyy |
| Don’t be fuckin with my money, oh oh ohhhh |
| You can die, over my money, aheyyyy heyyy |
| Don’t, uh-huh, uh-huh, heyyy |
| Don’t play, with my money, noooo |