Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L.O.B. Sound, artist - Lordz Of Brooklyn. Album song All In The Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
L.O.B. Sound |
Switchblades for the rumble we’re Lordz we brass knuckle |
Graffiti never died I made my name in the tunnel |
It’s all about the fame I came to rain on you warriors |
Lordz… Come out to play |
You tried the rest try the best the L-O-R-D-Z of Brooklyn |
Like the Dodgers not the bums but we’re the bombers |
There’s a lotta sucker groups they be talkin''bout the troops but we burn them |
motherfuckers like tar beach on my roof |
Cause I been around the block doin’proud by my pop |
I said he worked on the dock busted chumps in his shop |
Cause when you’re a Lord you’re a Lord all the way |
From your first cigarette to your last dyin’day |
Turn it up y’all |
Here comes that sound |
The Lordz of Brooklyn Sound! |
Again and again and again and again and again and again |
Organized freakin’crime dirty ducky boy |
A hot 110 on you little dumb toys |
Cause I crash ya bash ya straight up harass ya Lemme tell ya something — Yo who the fuck asked ya? |
It’s the Lordz of Brooklyn hittin’hard with a bat |
Here come the Lordz puttin’Brooklyn on the map |
You can’t get with that you can’t get with this |
The Lordz walk the tracks way deep in the Ridge |
Take a lotta pride stay the fuck off my turf |
I’m feelin’kind of tipsy yo somebody’s gettin’hurt |
From the Verrazano Bridge to the brawls in the park |
Yo we claimed our mark bustin’heads in the bar |
So step to the side I’m on the edge of suicide |
Try to claim the fame I’ma snuff you in the eye |
Give you a swift kick in the ass real fast |
Mess with AdMoney I’ma put you in the past |
I never pack a gatt cause I’d rather fight with a pipe |
Just like a fuckin’Guinea bring a knife to a gunfight |
Cause you’re listenin’to the Lordz of Brooklyn |
Couldn’t understand it till your shit got tookin' |
Step on my block hardrock get dropped |
Keep your mouth shut when you’re talkin’to a cop |
Hold it up hold it up L. O.B.'s at the door |
Just another stick up everybody hit the floor |
We’re out Saturday night still stayin’alive |
You can find the Lordz of Brooklyn gettin’drunk in some dive |
We’re some pugilists not afraid to get our hands twisted |
Like the Duke got your grip put 'em up fight 'em bare fisted |
Strike picket make way for the union labor |
Ticket tape parade I couldn’t be no traitor |
Cause when you’re a Lord you’re a Lord all the way |
From your first cigarette to your last dyin’day |