Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepers, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Rollin' Stoned, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Sleepers |
| Remeber me? |
| You don’t? |
| You will… |
| Fuck you, Fuck all the people always runnin their mouth |
| Fuck that bitch ass coward who fuckin flooded my house |
| Fuck everybody who said this shit here would never happen |
| Now who’s laughin you said we’d never make it by rappin |
| But you was dead wrong this song was made to strictly prove a point |
| See my dick, well you can lick it as I fire up this joint |
| Gettin me pissed off will definitely get you shit on |
| Don’t turn your back on the Kings, our team’s too fuckin strong |
| Be the second loced loady settin it off in the session |
| There be no second guessin D-Loc is who you slept on |
| Don’t get confused when I step into your realm |
| Watch me shine my crown now let’s really get down |
| Turn a smile to a frown |
| Gives a fuck about a hater |
| Cause I be the one that might sit back and play ya! |
| Maken moves in the game |
| Wit my D-Loc shielo, and if you don’t know then Ah! |
| Now |
| Ya! |
| Know |
| We’re the ones that you all slept on- Talk shit you might get crept on |
| Grow lights is always kept on- We’re the ones the whole world slept on |
| Woof woof- Your diggy diggy dead wrong |
| Talk that shit you might get crept on get flexed on get stepped on |
| We’re the ones the whole world slept on… |
| «Don't sleep on us» |
| Be the third king swingin comin rushin out the bus checkin nuts motherfucker |
| Back the fuck up |
| Wake the Fuck up |
| You see what’s going on |
| You got some kids form the burbs |
| And they’re singing these types of song |
| Everybody getting scared |
| You can’t shake the Kings |
| We got that underground phunk |
| So matha fucka please |
| Now sit back look and listen |
| While I smoke on my bud |
| I seen you kissen ass fag |
| Should have shown me the love |
| In the middle of the club you could of |
| Dabed my hand and gave me respect |
| Like a matha fuckin man |
| Who’s a bitch now? |
| You should have never slept on my crew |
| And it’s rude how all these whacked groups |
| Are settin played and I’m amused |
| With the defected youth confused |
| Sittin back laughing drinkin beer in two’s |
| With my pants saggin D-Loc matha fuckas |
| I’ve had all that I can take no more room to give |
| From the pressures growing up, the pain I felt as a kid |
| Six schools in one year, shit, I’ve been shipped around |
| Now I ain’t never backin down I’ll fight and die for my krown |
| See all these pussies talk a lot but ain’t got shit to show for it |
| I got 2 dirtbikes, a halfpipe, and a new truck you stupid fucks |
| Still roll the bus, and I do run your clubs |
| You can’t kick a King out, cause we level’s above |
| Well connected to the top, all it takes a phone call |
| And that will be the end of you, your eternal downfall |
| Was to step and start barkin bout the wrong fucking band |
| Should have shut your fuckin mouth, should have tried to understand |
| You dead wrong you slept on us — wake up now — cuz we callin Come creepin — |
| Night crawlin night crawlin you fallin |