Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Blaze, Bleek & Free, artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Just Blaze, Bleek & Free |
Hey yo guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek & Free right? |
So I could get a hook, or verse or sumthin? |
Get that outta here! |
Stick to makin beats… I stick to yo' moms, nigga! |
(Memphis Bleek) |
JUST BLAZE!!! |
Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme |
Young E’s had game since the days of Atari |
Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path |
My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab |
Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train |
Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game |
Niggas don’t want no part of me, Bitches they wana roll up roll out |
Sit in the Ferrari, Breeze through Marcy YUP! |
They know I’m gangsta in every way YUP! |
I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday BUT! |
P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don’t act right, |
I got to leave these bitches you know! |
I chase bread dog, I’m after the spread dog |
The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog! |
Parked by marcy, this two door Ferrari |
Can’t believe mami deny me POOnani |
But I guess she don’t listen to rap, |
so ima slut her like a ghost in the hole, |
Missing the track HUH! |
And I’m a P I M P fo' sho rap ROC NYC for short |
(Freeway) |
F are two e’s slide through deliver more WHAT! |
ROC PHI for short, por favor |
I twist backwards swereve in the jeep, |
Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for bleek |
Bleek sleep, makin me sick won’t answer the phone |
Motorola Two way, you may answer to Freeway! |
I think it’s him pagin me now, I hear the back strap |
Where you at? |
Got a room full of freaks! |
And they tryin' to get right, |
I could smut 'em all night, and get them chickens outta sight |
Pass them hoes, then mack 'em |
G to K, Freeway known for movin the Yay, |
I could get 'em from point A to point G] |
Here’s the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel |
For the right amount of billsm I bring em where you stay |
Why’all HATE freeway, scared when you see the freeway |
But you want to kill freeway! |
Your girl ride the freeway everyday |
Up and down, Back and forth |
In & out, know every rout |
(chorus)(memphis) |
Where my bitches who stack niggas? |
Fuck wit a nigga like memphis who gettin that paper |
But’ll light you up with the jigga man! |
Where my bitches at? |
where my bitches at? |
Where my real Bitches at, see’mon! |
(Freeway) |
And all my niggas who took llamas, murda murda |
Heard of a nigga named freeway, from philly to the 'Linas |
Where my niggas at? |
where my niggas at? |
where my real niggas at see’mon! |
All day I be smokin, We all my niggas who tokin |
We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week and they blow it |
You know and you know, there’s some ofa’s sittin low and my dogs |
Know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars |
Ain’t no bitches want to roll, they say I’m doin my thing! |
See its blue in the chain! |
I was changin my jeans but, |
Lil mami is you rollin, you what?, you fucka you suck |
For real I’m tryin’a see what’s up WIT you |
Introduce you to the pimp and the playas |
Ain’t no playin 'cause I’m a gangsta, I don’t fuck with them hatas, |
And basic, hatin is the part I Ain’t feelin |
Ho’s want to fuck, 'cause there’s shit that I’m willin |
Once they see it, I just fuck up they head, |
And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread |
Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face |
Right now, I’m fucking wit hoes, they don’t gimme face shit! |