Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pressure, artist - Lupe Fiasco. Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pressure |
| Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND! |
| Jay… Lupe! |
| Yeah, uhh |
| And so it seems that I’m, sewin jeans |
| And, 1st and 15 is just a sewin machine |
| So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams |
| And, button in this hustlin then publically I’m Buddy Lee |
| There’s no bustin them and cuffin them is like |
| usherin in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants |
| But I withstand, I ain’t gotten into that |
| A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back |
| Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye |
| Give 'em the game, that’s like givin chocolate to the fat |
| Look, how you think I got here? |
| That’s the same game that came through where I lived as a kid |
| in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back |
| Made me a ripper, deliver like river |
| Content a little more thicker, slicker |
| Yeah, and they said oil and water don’t mix |
| Now they all down at the beach washin off the fish |
| Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships |
| YEAH! |
| It’s my life, my life — everything I dooo I dooooo for you |
| I do it all for you — everything I say you knowwww it’s the truth |
| I’ll say it is the truth — I’ll take all the pressure offff of you |
| Take pressure off of you; |
| I’ll take, the pressure off of you |
| YEAH! |
| Uhh, it’s hella proper (proper) |
| Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a boxer’s |
| That’s the way that the Family’s pants worn |
| Then we slide, and try and put 'em on The stones in the pocket’ll drag you down to Davy Jones locker |
| Beware if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker |
| Other nigga from the block what, they was sellin O’s |
| like Wheel of Fortune, of imported cocaine |
| just to feel important, it was +Do or Die+ |
| They was tired of bein «Po'Pimps,"now for sure |
| That was just a product of my common sense |
| I guess, I was just guessin like the consonants |
| Momma said beware of what the devil do Tell 'em that your soul’s not for sale like the W’s |
| So go ahead and pirate, the highest |
| cannons make you leak like pirated my shhh. |
| It’s no shhh. |
| it’s just shhh like quiet |
| And big homey’s out of retirement |
| Uhh, Young, uhh |
| So the pen is mightier than the sword my lord |
| My first picture was a line-up, now I’m on the Forbes |
| And I still remain the artiste through thees all |
| If you force my hand I’ll be forced to «draw» |
| If the war calls for war halls |
| Hope you got enough space on your hall’s walls |
| I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau’s |
| investigation, out in Europe on vacation |
| I’m back for these puppies with the pound boy |
| (Blaow) Here’s a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy |
| Sound boy, you don’t wanna soundclash loud noise |
| leave niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed |
| Which means you can’t walk in my shoes |
| Too much green you can’t talk in my hue |
| Extend the team, nigga holla at Lu' |
| 1st and 15th, that’s my cue, I’m through |