Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P.G.D.R , by - Mr MeccRelease date: 20.10.2013
Song language: English
P.G.D.R |
| Obviously I bomb, I came shockly |
| I trip and break so the deaths always come in 3's |
| I’m priceless, now it’s your style — it’s just polite |
| Encore, I get you sicker more to leave the poor |
| No pigs or whores, my memoirs were meant for wars |
| I make that beef hard to chew for you herbivores |
| Nose ring, I murder when the melody |
| Radio killa — got you shakin' like the elderly |
| 80's baby, shoe box full of tapes |
| I’m shittin' on niggas, the style full of side tray |
| Uh they see the chuck so they’re tin balls |
| Fuckin up my socks, turn them orange from the inch solz |
| Used to smoke up bettes with a whole 5th of Henny yo |
| My project blow, recite for immunity |
| First time I’ve seen Woo Tang it meant bigga be |
| Revolution shit nigga, fuck the industry |
| Fuck your iPod, dust off my Walkman |
| My side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockin |
| Now that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll |
| Now that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll |
| How’s next to shine? |
| I X these niggas like Antex with pesticide |
| Which leave 'em petrified |
| Yo I came 4th, niggas ran off for protection hide |
| Protect your neck, your neck lashanned |
| I get a work to your neckless minds |
| She givin me neck, neck it while I’m reckless drivin' |
| And it’s only the second time we met |
| Windows tint, can’t see us with the naked eye |
| Fresh to death, you fresh to die |
| Art of flow, my lyrics work out like cardio |
| Sworn for my good exercise |
| Like the paper boy I’m so extra extra |
| Niggas with tags would love to put you next to God |
| Whole zig you like mesh on the vigilent nest |
| My music will stand the test of time |
| Who’s next to rhyme? |
| It’s battleship avenue attitude mission exquisite |
| The reason for schemin and why should you all come visit |
| The barbershop buzzin, the windin behind, who is it? |
| She spoil me royally, she say she got it I get it |
| Wife beater and wife niggas |
| I like Caesar pipe tight divas to live seizures |
| Cinematic moves is news to nice features |
| Pull up a seat and pick, my front yard’s a 40 seater |
| All I do is stand on this stupid, I can’t believe it |
| Swear the eye’s mit as mine, my number floodin the bleaches |
| (You can pizza?) Corner mascot block majesty’s |
| Modern day fonze, pull off the cool casually |
| If shit step it up hopin we meet |
| Niggas step it up hoes to compete, mac the vocal elite |
| Kinda cool rolling chills round the Atlas |
| I never say I’m perfect but pop’s name was Practice |