Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Nature, artist - Luniz. Date of issue: 30.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In My Nature |
| As I preceed to count my dividends |
| Plenty ends that I done made, with plenty bitches |
| With plenty men that they done played, I’m laid back up |
| In the cut with a cup of yak |
| I raise up with all the game that I’ve been holdin back |
| Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals |
| We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real |
| My pockets hurtin baby, I need some financial love |
| So get where you supposed to and, do |
| What you does, get your facial done baby |
| Do your physic well, no holdin jail over |
| Resent mail, no hoes with no clothes |
| Torn up and ripped apart |
| Domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared |
| You fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas |
| Beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground |
| I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz |
| This pimpin got me on cloud 10, I’m feelin zumie |
| Hustlin, It’s in my nature |
| Hustlin, don’t be afraid |
| Hustlin, It’s in my nature |
| Hustlin, don’t be afraid |
| I’m creatin' havok on hood spots |
| The hustle don’t quit until the good stop |
| But don’t sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks |
| An lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed |
| Gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed |
| FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas |
| Candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous |
| Big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin |
| Everything is all good until police start manhandlin |
| Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole |
| Indicted on some chump charges that I didn’t even ask for |
| Gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys |
| Any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy |
| Like I’m supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin |
| Boss said anything, I’m makin the plan to start jettin off |
| Oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop |
| The only thing on my mind is losin you cop |
| Someone’s knockin at my door, oh, who could it be |
| Big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees |
| I testify, not glorify, when I get high |
| Tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes |
| My peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese |
| On they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys |
| I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie |
| Smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky |
| Pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together |
| Ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes |
| Soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns |
| And freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin |
| I’ve been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches |
| Fuckin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out |
| Pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga |
| I’m gonna hustle till I leave this earth |
| Nigga, it’s in my blood to fuck around with these thugs |
| Straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin |
| I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling |
| Sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank |
| We gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett |
| In a major way, just witness, business flossin |
| Boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business |
| Playas I went from rags to riches |
| To havin cash and bad ass bitches |
| Since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola |
| Hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper |
| Chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin |
| Turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon |
| Those friends that wanna blaze |
| One come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream |
| Straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin |
| For more when it’s over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers |
| These ??? |
| known as hustlers, nigga |
| (until end) |