Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soo Woo , by - The Game. Release date: 19.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soo Woo |
| Pardon my gang affil, |
| But you’re stepping on a rod in the danger field |
| Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel? |
| Respect my aim because I aim to kill |
| Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga, |
| Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga, |
| I talk rich shit because I’m a rich ass nigga, |
| I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga, |
| Ha, I smoke something bitch, |
| My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch |
| I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder |
| Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers |
| Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya |
| 2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya |
| Hahaha, bandana on the right side |
| East side until I die |
| You better change like it’s Mardi Gras, |
| And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw |
| See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana |
| And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana |
| We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers |
| Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar |
| Lemme hear you say Su Woo |
| Su Woo, Su Woo |
| Young Money |
| And that’s perfect cause perfect is to me |
| What’s perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali |
| So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly |
| Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby |
| All I need is a perfect bitch |
| How’s B, I passed the baton on Solange |
| I’m sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU |
| Hello Brooklyn I can’t see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG |
| Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head |
| Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa’s |
| niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak em |
| Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers |
| Red bandana for no reason |
| Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin', yeah |
| You better change like it’s Mardi Gras, |
| And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw |
| See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana |
| And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana |
| We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers |
| Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar |
| Lemme hear you say Su Woo |
| Su Woo, Su Woo |
| Can’t stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan’s |
| I’ll show you how bangers bang |
| Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane |
| Switch plates, paint the Range |
| Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters came |
| Dead wrong ain’t it man |
| I told niggas I ain’t a Game |
| All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' |
| He sold a milli, I’m vanilli |
| So it ain’t a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills |
| We throwing paper planes |
| Riding through the N.O. |
| Red Marc Jacob frames |
| We disappear like David Blaine |
| And pop up at the Lakers game |
| They playing the seeds with Paul? |
| in the B’s |
| That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three |
| Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top |
| Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot |
| I’m one blood, he’s the Carter with the dread locks |
| My whole team run base, we the fucking Red Sox. |
| You better change like it’s Mardi Gras, |
| And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw |
| See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana |
| And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana |
| We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers |
| Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar |
| Lemme hear you say Su Woo |
| Su Woo, Su Woo |