Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wakilisha, artist - MZ Boom Bap. Date of issue: 04.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wakilisha |
| Yo its once again it’s the young |
| Verbal gunner on the come up |
| Coming straight out the gutter |
| Heavy brother with the flow |
| Keep the heat runnin smooth like butter |
| No other. |
| On the mic I go in so deep like lovers |
| Strong flows dripping wet from the marihuana |
| I get it it on |
| When my people in the area |
| (WHATS THAT) |
| Sound of the prophet of 90's stereo |
| I been ahead of these niggas since 95 |
| We’ve been born into an era that’s odd |
| (FUCK A 9−5) |
| Rolling my joint |
| Contemplating my vision |
| Smoking the fuse steady sparkin' the izm |
| We in yo area, ya, ya |
| Yo, Yo, sing along |
| Strong like I’m heavy, but I’m small |
| I’m heading for the fall, no doubt |
| Stay steady on my stunt |
| Gone jetty |
| Ain’t made money in a month |
| We sing |
| Ouh la la la |
| Wreck ya head |
| Break ya neck to it |
| Ouh la la la |
| Jiggy child with the jay |
| Ouh la la la |
| Spread the message thru the universe |
| We on the rise |
| Cause the real heads get recognized |
| Me and my niggas we get it like rocafella |
| Spot a fella other breddas |
| More wishful than Cinderella |
| (NO DOUBT) |
| Fuck a fairy tale, shit is unreal |
| When neighborhoods gentrify you for sale |
| Class superiors hail |
| Raising they grail to the thunder and hail |
| Their money rise |
| While their people get bailed |
| Not talking jail but the prison |
| No thought or mission to give a fuck |
| Or to give with |
| No feeling of luck to live with |
| Nobody fuck with |
| The feeling of having no sublet |
| Who give a fuck if the public don’t like yo clothes |
| It’s the 17 era exposed |
| Now spread love, spread love |
| Yo, Yo, sing along |
| Strong like I’m heavy, but I’m small |
| I’m heading for the fall, no doubt |
| Stay steady on my stunt |
| Gone jetty |
| Ain’t made money in a month |
| We sing |
| Ouh la la la |
| Wreck ya head |
| Break ya neck to it |
| Ouh la la la |
| Jiggy child with the jay |
| Ouh la la la |
| Spread the message thru the universe |
| We on the rise |
| Cause the real heads get recognized |
| Loan it like Corleone try to make me an offer |
| The Joe Pesci of the rap game |
| Bashing heads in a opera |
| Enough of shitty puns |
| The audience wants more but |
| Next to bottles of henny |
| Lies the head of the rugged author |
| Shutting the zone |
| It’s the fuckin chaperone |
| We gon spark it up like it’s chrome |
| So step it up or get ya ass home |
| (BRING IT BACK) |
| We flip that, incredible slick fat |
| Richt back onto that old phenomal 90's flava |
| (THAT'S RIGHT) |
| Never choke up on the beat |
| Independent young nigga, no receipt |
| Never sell out for a piece |
| Heading on |