Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Godlike, artist - Natas. Album song Godlike, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Godlike |
| when will I see your face again? |
| But |
| when I got my pistol in my hand. |
| cause |
| you the one that’s waitin on me you the one that’s hatin on me you the one ___?___ on me you the one forsakin on me Well uh, can you rock that shit? |
| (I can rock that shit) |
| This how they rock that shit |
| (That's how they rock that shit?) |
| Well how you rock that shit? |
| (I rock my shit like this) |
| This how we rock OUR shit |
| (Lemme rock that bitch.) |
| I’ma rock that, drop that, pop that balloon |
| Your head is too big for your shoulders, boom |
| It’s over, it ain’t good to know ya don’t make me search the whole fuckin hood for ya can’t even hide out, rats can’t escape the trap |
| don’t make us wild out with bats and gats on fake macks |
| they all see-thru |
| Don’t let Themindzi peep you |
| Gettin exposed with some ho’s it ain’t nothin to be fool |
| It’s on now forever |
| I ain’t foolin with ya I die never |
| I’m in your future nigga |
| All y’all can get it dawg fuck who’s with ya That’s the game, there’s a winner and a loser, nigga. |
| How can I make you understand? |
| How can I kill another man? |
| Blood’s on my hands, Ballerz envy |
| I see the animosity… In your eyes |
| Enemies pray for my demise |
| I’m gonna fly into the skies |
| And when I die the sun will rise |
| Yo, I rock that shit |
| whether that rap shit or crack shit |
| master that shit, serve that shit, raw |
| never whip my shit with a Blood or Crip |
| BG’s or GD’s, vice lords just rock that shit for me gang bang or crack slang do your thang |
| Whatever it is just let your nuts hang! |
| Swerve with me smoke some herb with me Get shot up in a Suburban with me, die superb with me And that’s how real it’d be when you rollin through my city |
| With me cauze niggaz be straight-up hatin on me |
| a G’I’m never fakin to be Get some cociana flake and bake a cookie with me Bake a cookie with me Bake a cookie with me Get some cociana flake and bake a cookie with me I rock that Acid Rap shit |
| That quick-to-bust-a-cap shit |
| That get-out-the-line,-smack-you-up shit |
| Quick bitch, I rock that shit hard |
| But I don’t need no fuckin guitar |
| No weapon needed |
| I’ll run you over in my exotic sports car, ghetto superstar |
| Underground masta |
| When I’m finished whooping on your ass |
| do you know who did this to you? |
| is all they fuckin ask ya! |