Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bully, artist - Louis Logic. Album song Alcohol/Ism, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Bully |
| Ah, yeah, yeah |
| This is Louis Logic |
| That nigga you don’t see |
| Cuz he got kicked out of class (The Odd Couple) |
| And I brought my other knucklehead with me |
| My man J.J. |
| Brown |
| On some bully shit |
| Bringin heat on the beats |
| Stuffin nerdy niggas in lockers |
| Give me a beat and listen to me |
| Niggas’ll see I’m like the oilman cause I deliver your heat |
| I didn’t say you were gay, it’s just that you’re sweet |
| And catch vibes on the westside of christopher street |
| It’s no wonder you wish you were me |
| I ain’t some type of bitch, who when he takes a piss sits on the seat |
| That’s why all your chickens agree they rather kick it with me |
| Cuz I suprise em every now and then with mystery meat (boh) |
| Who’s the clever kid who use his leverage as a rapstar to get into a |
| Coochies second lips |
| Lou’s new collections is smooth and effortless |
| Like 2 screwing, sweaty chicks with lubed apendages |
| Whoever just is boos and nemesis |
| Had rather move their settlement away in to a new development |
| Cuz I’m not too intelligent to stoop to your level |
| And you’re so low down I’m shooting hoops wit the devil |
| In the school of hard knocks |
| We’re at the top of our classes |
| Shit the bullies even kiss our asses |
| Whether or not my report card passes |
| Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses |
| We run shit and punch kids |
| In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me |
| The abott’s got detention, jay’s on suspension |
| And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggas lunch money |
| Yo, I got sick inch for scotch about a fifth a shot |
| Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch |
| Which is not why I never snick a snatch |
| I rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor stash |
| Jay Love hit the hash like a coffee-shop spatula |
| My fangs puncture a keg like a malt and hops dracula |
| That’s way I always sleep in the daylight, cause I creep in the late night |
| Leaving victims leaking like drain pipes |
| People saying it ain’t right |
| But I can’t help that I’m so damn selfish |
| I got my hands on a female fans pelvis like I’m some bad Elvis |
| Who’s from a parallel universe |
| Giratin his hips to the dick carousel through the skirts |
| You know a man you think is rude at first |
| Give me some room to work |
| And allow me to introduce the nerd to the dirt |
| Cuz Lou’s the worst type of jerk to dealing with |
| He’ll bruise you first physically then hurt your feelings bitch |
| In the school of hard knocks |
| We’re at the top of our classes |
| Shit the bullies even kiss our asses |
| Whether or not, my report card passes |
| Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses |
| We run shit and punch kids |
| In their plump tummies somebody is always on the run from me |
| The abott got detention, Jay’s on suspension |
| And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggas lunch money |
| I’m like Merlin in a sherlin when I sip a beer |
| Or a wizard in winter gear who makes a guiness dissapear |
| Quicker than a chicks brazier during foreplay |
| Or drugdealers when the pigs are here to storm your hallway |
| Performing all day with Jay and the abott |
| Makin the magic that has addicts celebrating their habits |
| I’ve got a cult following, of so many young adults swallowing |
| So many jameson flasks that it give em adult tolerance |
| I’m major in classes, on savorin asses |
| With greater than average curves like antique vases and glasses |
| And on the day the give me a masters |
| I traded it faster than you can say vodka for a case of some ?? |
| Some say that a rapper is worth as much as he drinks |
| Fuck what he thinks that’s why I fill myself with suds like a sink |
| And to my reason ain’t gon' get stock on the blink |
| But that’s just one of them things |
| To give me something to discuss with my shrink |
| In the school of hard knocks |
| We’re at the top of our classes |
| Shit the bullies even kiss our asses |
| Wether or not, my report card passes |
| Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses |
| We run shit and punch kids |
| In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me |
| Now The abott got detention, jay’s on suspension |
| And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggas lunch money |
| So who’s that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class? |
| And when the teacher walks by he’s smacking her ass |
| Cutting in the school storeline snatching your cash |
| Pushing the smart kids ass in the trash |
| Motherfucker I’m the bully |
| And I’m coming 'round the corner |
| I warn ya and now I’m rainen punches down on ya |
| Y’all better head for the office |
| Tell them to get your mummy to come and get you |
| Because your tummy is nauseous |