Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blades, artist - Messy Marv.
Date of issue: 08.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blades |
You know we crossing a lot of again |
No it’s not Trinidad, but it is, California |
My man Messy Marv, Billy Cook |
And Me? |
I’m D’wayne. |
Forever (Ridin' on blades) |
We ride on blades, play with AK’s |
I keep a bad bitch, like I keep a cart of yay |
I sticks to the script like Hump 'n' Lil Flip |
Keep diamonds in the grill, rocks on the wrist |
My hand turnin' wood, I’ma keep it in the hood (Hood) |
Then smash like Suge (Suge) I wish a nigga would (Would) |
I love the hood life I could bounce and take a flight |
I could touch down in H-Town and fuck that night |
My niggas pop pills, ride big wheels |
Keep the swisha full of weed, and a ho getting scrill' |
I’m ridin' by the 'jects, shit’s sprayed wet |
Still I park the whip, and shoot dice on the set |
Bezels in my mouth, got bitches down south |
Keep it crackin' on the west, stay with fire in the drought |
My nigga’s gon' shine, keep it crunk at all times |
Real talk nigga I put it on your mind |
We ride on blades, play with AK’s (Baby ridin' on blades) |
Hustle in them hallways and sail and sail |
We ride on blades play with AK’s (Yeah yeah) |
Hustle in them hallways, and sell cocaine (Hallway, the hallway) |
We ride on blades, play with AK’s (We be ridin on blades) |
Hustle in them hallways and sail and sail (And sail) |
We ride on blades (Ridin on blades) Play with AK’s (Play with AK’s) |
Hustle in them hallways, and sell cocaine |
We ride on blades, play with AK’s |
I know how she graduated, the bitch had brains (Brains) |
We represent the block ho you better stop (Tell them Messy Marv) |
Don’t be doin' that hot shit (Yeah, Yeah) My nigga sell rocks (Rocks) |
I get high as I could (Could) I put that on the hood (Hood) |
Got the stuff in my cup (Cup) But bitch it’s all good (It's all good) |
I ride with the strap on hunnid spoke backs |
I’m tryna hit the club 'cause I know It’s gon' crack |
Niggas in Caprices and SS Impalas (Impalas) |
Papercuts on my fingers (Yeaah) Tryna count a million dollars (Dollars) |
I’m playin' by the rules and the bitch gon' choose |
I’m ridin' through the parkin' lot, with flags on my shoes |
Shawty I’m real, fuck how you feel |
Let me see you twerk sumn, you a freak, keep it trill (Trill) |
My niggas gon' shine, keep it crunk at all times (All times) |
Real talk nigga, I put it on your mind (Yeaah) |
We ride on blades, play with AK’s (Baby ridin' on blades) |
Hustle in them hallways and sail and sail |
We ride on blades, play with AK’s (Yeah yeah) |
Hustle in them hallways, and sell cocaine (Hallway, the hallway) |
We ride on blades, play with AK’s (We be ridin on blades) |
Hustle in them hallways and sail and sail (And sail) |
We ride on blades (Ridin' on blades) Play with AK’s (Play with AK’s) |
Hustle in them hallways, and sell cocaine |
Yeah See we ridin on blades play with AK’s |
See me ridin' on blades this town of California |
Playin with AK’s smokin marijuana |
Blades choppin' the block |
Messy Marv keep it hot |
Billy Cook up in your trunk |
Don’t make em body rock |
Hittin' switches on them bitches scrapin' in the low-low's |
Sippin' syrup out the cup, got me movin' in slowmo |
It’s grimy up in the bay and dirty up in the south |
Homie we been about this money so what you talkin 'bout |
Move bitch, get out the way |
See we ride on blades and play with AK’s |
Move bitch, get out the way |
Hustle in them hallways and we sail and we sail |
Move bitch, get out the way |
See we ride on blades and play with AK’s |
Move bitch, get out the way |
Hustle in them hallways and we sail |