Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hispanic, artist - Zuse. Album song Free Crack II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
Hispanic |
| 2 door with the roof it’s panoramic |
| Pull up on yo block these hoes like «Goddamnit» |
| Dope boy fresh these niggas won’t understand it |
| Money the root of evil but nigga that is my language |
| Nigga don’t let me panic I’m toting my automatic |
| I’m tooled up ain’t no mechanic, anybody can have it |
| Who wanna play with a nigga who got that cabbage? |
| The flow so crack, the plug he speak spanish |
| Cocaine crack the brick it gon vanish |
| Pyrex boy I whip it on to a crackhead |
| Dope boy fresh but all of my niggas savage |
| And if you ain’t know my plug is Hispanic |
| My plug is Hispanic |
| My plug is Hispanic |
| I told you my money my language I know you can’t understand it |
| My plug is Hispanic |
| My plug is Hispanic |
| Nigga I make it vanish you wan’t it well you can have it |
| I got a Mexican plug, he from overseas, he fuck with the keys |
| He send 'em in 3's they front them to him, he front em to me |
| I get the work gone, you know how that go, my shit for the low |
| I stunt on the block, diss it and flip it and then I go back to the store |
| I trap hard even on Sundays |
| Bunch of young niggas bout gun play |
| They say I only end up one way |
| Like fuck it, shit, you gotta die one day |
| I ball so hard I can’t miss |
| Posted on the block on the same shit |
| I don’t go in till the work gone |
| So you might see me out with the same fit |
| But you’ll never see me out with the same bitch |
| Red beam on the Glock so I can’t miss |
| I just gotta cock it back and then aim this |
| Broke boy I don’t speak yo language |
| And my plug fuck with me cause he know I make it vanish |
| And he speak Spanish my plug is Hispanic |
| I can be yo West Indian plug |
| I’m also from overseas where niggas believe |
| That they can just lay on the sand |
| Not knowing they hustling crack on the beach |
| That’s why they losing they teeth |
| Them niggas is hungry looking for beef |
| Grew up in the streets, where everyday they be searching for something to eat |
| You know how niggas get when they ribs touching |
| Quick to go and hit the kill button |
| Rob a bank or they just moving dope |
| Even if it’s just a lil something |
| Regular job you been working but you can’t quit cause them bills coming |
| Few of my boys done been on the run since I was a youth and they still running |
| Sensimilla ain’t the only thing they hustling on the corner |
| But when you come down to St. Thomas you good |
| Cause all of them man is my partner |
| Kadafi and Sebo yeah, that’s that island boy cartel |
| Lil Bibby and Rock City we run shit, you can’t tell? |