Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bluffin', artist - Lil Rob. Album song Neighborhood Music, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.08.2007
Record label: Upstairs
Song language: English
Bluffin' |
| What’s happening perro |
| It’s been along time since I felt this way |
| But I could put that shit down homeboy, you know |
| Ain’t nothing changed |
| I creep around the corner |
| 3 wheelin' a scraping bumper |
| Sproking up the calles |
| Leaving you blid like Stevee Wonder |
| Said I come from the land down under |
| Underground stupid |
| What the fuck you think I meant |
| Hey let me think of it can’t think of it can’t think of shit |
| Fuck it hey |
| Lil Rob could rap like fuckin «A» |
| How did I learn to bust this way |
| How in the fuck will I bust today |
| Never had nobody writing my shit |
| That’s faking it like lieing and shit |
| You didn’t write it |
| How could you claim somebody’s buying you shit |
| It doesnt make sense to me |
| Everybody wanna be in the place to be |
| Like it’s the place to be (I guess it is) |
| Shit it’s the place for me |
| So I’m gonna stay as long as I can |
| Can’t make the paper run out with the plan |
| There is to be |
| Then back to the streets |
| Everyone knows |
| Lil Rob is the man |
| I think you’re bluffin' |
| Who in the fuck you think you’re kidding homeboy come on |
| Bitch I think you’re bluffin' |
| Hey you know me and I know you |
| Yea I’m a good dude that did bad and |
| Can’t believe I did that |
| Give me the |
| Big bag and some feel good |
| Roll it up in a zig-zag |
| Take a big drag |
| I smoke till I see pitch black |
| Black out and pass out |
| Wake up in a few |
| Drink a beer then I crash out |
| Laugh loud when you lash out |
| With you loud mouth |
| What chu mad about |
| Talk alot of shit ain’t got no heart |
| All you got is a bad mouth |
| I’ll bark no bite |
| I’ll talk no fight |
| Shut the fuck up |
| Put down the mic |
| Thinking you’re bad |
| Cause you’re no polite |
| Ese you’re weak |
| Like your name in the streets |
| You can’t compete |
| Who said that you could? |
| You’re a discrase your whole neighborhood |
| Your hood doesn’t care |
| Cause you’re not from there |
| Me against you |
| That wouldn’t be fair |
| Come on homie |
| Let’s keep it real |
| You’re just a man |
| You’re not made of steel |
| You can be taking out hynas without a doubt |
| Giving you something to think about |
| We live life rough and tough |
| Some end up getting stuck |
| I think I’ve had enough |
| It’s time for me to call your bluff |
| We live life rough and tough |
| Some end up getting snuff |
| And you ain’t strong enough |
| So now it’s time to put on my black boots |
| With my black Davis’s |
| That’s just the way it is |
| No one can see me throw on my black sweatshirt |
| With a black beanie and a black bandana |
| To cover my face just like a bandit does |
| I’m back mothafuckers |
| And I bounce to get scandalous |
| I pull my crimes at night |
| And diappear like a phantom does |
| I’ll fuck up your life |
| Like a junkie slamming drugs |
| Even your fuckin wife |
| Knows that you’re a fuckin punk |
| What chu gonna do when I call your bluff |
| Can’t believe that you think you’re tough |
| You claim to talk the talk |
| You claim to walk the walk |
| If that’s true |
| Them my body should’ve been outlined in chalk |
| But it’s not |
| You really need to stop |
| Don’t say what you won’t do |
| You really need to stop |
| Homeboy before I lose my cool |