Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Notorious, artist - Mathematics. Album song The Answer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.08.2013
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Notorious |
| Straight up weed, no angel dust |
| They label us «notorious» |
| My my they’re breathing oxygen |
| From so much smoke need oxygen |
| Hey y’all, back here to break y’all off |
| When I ride like Akon and Jeezy, look on the TV |
| I ain’t Nicholas when I face off |
| AR make a nigga go AWOL |
| Believe me, yall don’t wanna see me |
| I be on board like Luigi |
| I stay alive like a Bee Gee |
| 3D, not gonna go hard |
| When I just pop from the Mohawk |
| Slick talk I gotta get a whole walk |
| She like Batman, think he a know it all |
| Get slapped like Nikolai Volkoff |
| Cuz I’m like Hugh Hefner when the robe off |
| Bitch I’m just younger |
| With the pretty cucumber |
| Like Biz I’mma go up |
| Nigga like me cock the hammer |
| Til my block demand a new boss I’mma stand up |
| I just juice like Tropicana |
| And give up my grandma for some rhymes like Electra |
| DT’s when I pop the 10 |
| It’s cuz I’m bananas, just giving you a heads up |
| Boy I’m sick, I don’t need a checkup |
| ‘Cause I’m on your mind when you air walk |
| My my they’re breathing oxygen |
| From so much smoke need oxygen |
| Straight up, leave no angel dust |
| Label us notorious |
| Eyes low, bossed up like the MG |
| Rolled looking outsides like young Z |
| I don’t like them broads, they can run free |
| Why pay for the pussy when it come free |
| I ain’t playin with yo pussy, wanna come see? |
| 4−5, black inners in the Humvee |
| Keep these rap niggas under my wing |
| It’s an underground thing, shout to Pimp C and Bun B |
| Smoked that ever since snoop it |
| Since then I ain’t felt y’all using |
| I’m a pain in the ass, I’m a nusaince |
| Not poppin off til you hear my true sense |
| Two thoughts sittin in the new Porsche |
| New face, we chase at a new court |
| Got the hoes from the stable like Too $hort |
| Got the O’s on the table by the new book |
| Got the gran' coup sittin by the notebook |
| Old jams, bump for the all group |
| Backwood to the group when you smoke kush |
| And my blood Obama, it ain’t no Bush |
| Chew my weed like president, no trash |
| Back it up, move it out, better go fast |
| One forth QBs and a old half |
| Niggas know what it is but I won’t pass |
| Yo, I’m the king of the kush and I gets no higher |
| More smoke in this room than a full long fire |
| Niggas talkin shit but your board game tired |
| Next dude try the shit, get your jaw rewired |
| Niggas beat your bubble with they urban flows |
| But I’mma murder this, shoot it 'til the curtain close |
| I rep Brick City 'til I die |
| Notorious, motherfucker, like I’m B.I.G |
| Visions is you really wanna doubt |
| You can lean to the south, put yo' mouth on my tip |
| See it’s quite evil, you can’t see my team |
| Nobody quite do it like I did |
| Bitch, you claim of the name and I’m better than most |
| Still razor sharp quote to competitors' throats |
| Call it assault how I fuck up the beat |
| And ain’t any other rapper here fuckin' with me |
| Now check the codename is Mr. Die |
| See these niggas can’t touch me, gotta stay more calm |
| I’m a beast, I destroy any beats on my path |
| I mention the deceits, come and whip em in half |
| See they don’t know that my words don’t play |
| And how they put together just to murder my prey |
| Alright alright alright, these bitch ass niggas gon' know today |