Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Already, artist - MagnoDate of issue: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
Already |
| I step up in the game tough, y’all up on that same stuff |
| I’ma come down, pop trunk grip grain stuff |
| Fuck that, I’ma switch the game from that lame stuff |
| Refrain from that lame stuff, Magno’s the name what |
| I’m the coldest in the game, put your change up |
| No thread no needle, sewed the game up |
| New piece and chain what, pull up in that Range truck |
| Seat with that old cow booty, had to change buck |
| You got beef with lil' cutty, speak his name up |
| I’m a short nigga, if you tall I just aim up |
| I make niggas change up, and switch their style |
| I got the game in a leg lock, reflex style |
| The head standard, strapped with them head hammers |
| Clap one have you grabbing your chest, like Fred Sanford |
| Confused niggas, put em in a round room |
| And tell they ass, sit in a corner |
| Might get a deal spitting for Warner, before my whole set starve |
| We on the block passing rocks to cheese heads, I’m Bret Favre |
| You bout your bank (already), you blow dank (already) |
| You sip drank (already), by the pint (already) |
| You stacking paper (already), you shake them haters (already) |
| You looking good (already), you rep your hood (already) |
| You get left in a jam box, so fuck what you fags got |
| In your bed at your damn spot, your girl eating his man’s cock |
| Still like ya stash spot, my steal in a stash box |
| My wheels on them fast drops, no fill but I dash out |
| Break laws crash cops, you fake frauds use your ass drop |
| I walk up and punch niggas, like the one punch mascot |
| Slugga is a cash crop, better get the wheel barell |
| From 5th Ward to Greenspoint, cutty where I live’s therel |
| Nigga kiss the steal barell, and nope you isn’t therel |
| You dummies chase the easter bunny, walk in some Christmas carols |
| Got sign switch dineros, dirty money drenched clean |
| You rappers ain’t saying shit, like Millie Vinillie lip sing |
| Ma practice your ad libs, the minute she in it she lip sing |
| She grab the mic and grip mean, I call her the lip queen |
| She call me the dick king, undercover she play with dick |
| Keep her covered never spraying clicks, Slugga fuckers’ll spray your click |
| Na I ain’t playing shit, bang the clip at the game you with |
| And I don’t mean pop trunk on the slab, when I say I bang the fifth |
| I leave you brainless bitch, the reason you say nevermind |
| Blazed up nevermind, might take yours but never mine |