Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Dayz, artist - Lil' Flip. Album song Certified & All Eyez on Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Last Dayz |
Gyeah, this what you wanna hear right |
This what it’s about |
Stop lyin in the streets man |
You ain’t doin what you puttin on them records nigga |
I know yo past nigga, so you can miss me with that bullshit |
I’m a gangsta this, I’m a shoot that |
I’m a pop this, I’m a stab him |
You ain’t gon do shit, you ain’t gon do shit |
Cause you’se a bitch |
Look many people wanna know what I been through |
A whole bunch of bullshit but I continue |
To make great music, I make that good music |
You do commercial music, I do that hood music |
Remember 'Game Over’I hit the punchlines |
Remember 'Sunshine'three hundred thousand times |
That’s how many spins I got-and I got a plaque |
I got a Bentley Coupe nigga on top of that |
The Rolex still in my fuckin’safe nigga |
You a kid to me so I put you in yo place nigga |
I been around the rap game for like 12 years |
I’m drinkin Cristal, you barely drinkin 12 beers |
I’m smokin weed my nigga, I gotta grow mine |
These niggas shoot slugs at me, I gotta throw mine |
You can diss me nigga I’m a come and see ya |
When them hollow tips hit ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya |
(Chorus-Lil' Flip) |
The streets don’t lie, so quit thinkin the beef gon’die |
I need atleast five blunts for me to get high |
Fuck the cops, I’m a ride |
So tell my enemies them niggas better hide-I gotta forty five |
(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave nigga |
(Buhhh-Buhhh)you better behave nigga |
(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave |
Cause we livin our last dayz |
I spitt that ol’thug spirtual nigga |
Like you live through this, they gon label you a miracle nigga |
This sort of like a Panther party |
One nation of thugs comin together not to dance and party |
Livin nations in the game-Outlawz a known threat |
Ain’t never had a deal, and we still ain’t broke yet |
First things, first man-you fuckin with the worse |
If you scared get a dog-or take yo ass to church |
Uhh Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, we Outlaw military, Makaveli trained |
Them little homies slang, and the big homies bang |
I shine through my rhymes fuck a car and a chain |
Remain the thug’s blue print |
They’d rather cop some old Outlaw 'Pac shit, then most of y’all new shit |
Remind you bastards-nothin but them timeless classics |
Learn about us in them college classes |
(Chorus-Lil' Flip) |
Ay my partnas in the hood I can’t let e’m starve |
I fuck with Keak The Sneak, I fuck with Messy Marv |
I fuck with San Quin, I pack a Mac-10 |
These niggas never seen a black Maybach Benz |
I was the first rapper to ever have one |
I seen a diamond chain I had to grab one |
Then Nelly got one, then niggas followed soon |
That’s when I told Johnny make my piece all blue |
Look mean what you say or don’t say shit |
I fuck with Scarface, I fuck with J-Prince |
I fuck with my nigga Trae, the whole A-B-N |
Big House and Sac, Real Talk Entertainment |
The streets don’t lie-niggas is gon’die |
Nigga I’m on fire, niggas is gon’ride |
Yeah it’s Outlaw for life |
We ain’t doin what y’all doin-we doin it right |
(Chorus Till End) |