Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crime Waves, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song High & Mighty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
Crime Waves |
| He was a god, Cadmus, or as close as anything I’ve ever known |
| Tyrant, they yell so easily… I laugh |
| No tyrant ever gave back so much |
| And what do they know of the world, these school boys? |
| It takes strong men to rule |
| I don’t want to hear about a nigga if he’s not me |
| Used to be my dog, put him down when he got fleas |
| Buried him in the backyard like I’m Mike B |
| Punk rock asked me am I rolling, bitch I might be |
| White girl, white stripes, white tee, light crease |
| White pearls, white lights, wifeys, IVs |
| White world? |
| Fuck that, Django’s unleashed |
| MJ’s un-bleached, history’s un-teached |
| You gon' sample my voice? |
| I’mma crap on your fleece |
| Full House, Uncle Jesse, if he claps at your niece |
| My whole family deceased, baby mama Clarisse |
| While I’m knocking your hoes, you’ll be knocking your knees |
| You came to the Moor’s show, now you’re rocking Moor tees |
| Undead zombies, ten shots, won’t bleed |
| Should’ve been there, '03, that Monday night I OD’d |
| Joe Greene on codeine, no lean, I’m so mean |
| They think I’m Elvis, they call me selfish |
| I’m like, what, should I live for someone else, bitch? |
| Fuck that, Nacho, I’mma do it my way |
| My way or the highway, my way is the high way |
| Five rides in the driveway, drugged out like I’m Rite-Aid |
| Syrup in my limeade, cheer up, child, crime pays |
| Lion always gon' find ways, choppas turn you sideways |
| Funeral’s in five days, suicide and crime waves |
| Either kill or be killed, that’s the fucking motto |
| I’m Mike Tyson if he never met Cus D’Amato |
| OJ Simpson in a brand new custom Bronco |
| Crushing blanco, we just kick it like it’s Russian Sambo |
| What’s a fucking mongrel to a mob of Mongols? |
| Genghis Khan when I’m dying, beat them up like bongos |
| Niggas keep on spitting trash, leave them in the compost |
| Tryna romp with Nacho? |
| Turn your clique to rump roast |
| Addam’s Family, not Grizzly… Bone her like Bizzy |
| Get boners off Missy, or Oprah off whiskey |
| Poison in my Brisk tea, doing drugs on Disney |
| I’m never coming down, hon', Santa’s in the chimney |
| Fuck around, offend me |
| Gun you down in Fendi, now you’re fucking trendy |
| Never-fucking-ending story: I’m Atreyu, fuck you like I paid you |
| Hooker, yeah, I played you, fuck ?? |