Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Paint, artist - O.C.. Album song Same Moon Same Sun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In the Paint |
Uh, yeah, we in the paint |
Gage, Bars |
Boxing niggas out |
Uh, shooting them three points all day |
The chef’s in the kitchen |
The washer automatic to do dishes |
No secrets here for some who’s suspicious |
It’s live when y’all film it |
With me and my comrades in the building |
We’ve earnt that spot for top billing |
Sky’s the limit, there’s no ceilings |
When it’s call for a celebration |
Let that pain pour from uncorked bottles |
Got them mami’s frisky |
On sapphire gin, shots are no joke |
Got my insides hot |
I’m locked in, this is way beyond beats and bars |
This here’s ours and them stars |
From the musical, showcased at the Gershwin theatre |
Real life happens around us, prepare us all for the unknown |
I read between sideways slick talk and sarcastic undertones |
Like when the summer’s gone |
And when the winter come |
The cold steel spark a flame when I lift that *gun* |
Show hit my line, told me it was go time |
Putting my foot in these niggas ass as I show mine |
Your bro fine, I got the glow slime |
Flow wise I’m on my own time, fuck a nigga co-sign |
If it wasn’t for this music |
No telling where I would be today |
Was birthed into this |
So take a sample it’s in my DNA |
Missed the call but right on time, despite a brief delay |
That boy be going hard in the paint, plus he can sink the J |
Whether it’s in front or behind the arc |
Whenever I decide to spark |
Press the button I’m 'bout to line 'em park |
First guy to start then it’s lines of chalk |
My lines are sharp, lion heart |
Godly stroke with the pen designing art |
He raised the bar to a higher mark |
Genetic strand show you that this man |
Is cut from a different design of cloth |
Quiet but once the mic is on is when I decide to talk |
Designed your loss, now take it nigga I’m signing off |
It’s more than bars |
Any time I tell you something it’s power |
Chase the bag |
Don’t get distracted by fucking with cowards |
I never lose my train of thought |
You know this game is ours |
I put in overtime |
I’m way beyond the forty hours |
Diggin in the crate again |
Watch these niggas hate again |
Said it wasn’t time |
I guess it was, you probably late again |
Looking at my plate |
I know you starving, we just ate again |
Treat it like the lotto |
'Cos my motto is I play to win |
Your paper thin |
If you ain’t talking paper you can save it then |
All I needed was my foot in the door |
So I could make it in |
All these strangers acting like we friends |
I guess I made it then |
Here we go, here them niggas go |
They being fake again |
I just gave 'em shopping |
I just went and bought some BAPE again |
That sweater with the ape again |
I’m 'bout to put out a tape again |
Bronx niggas with large figures |
It’s all niggas pulling all triggers |
We calm hitters they can’t get us |