Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's That Buzzing?, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What's That Buzzing? |
| Yeah |
| Y’all hold up |
| Patterin' batterin' |
| Splatterin' words |
| Over beats |
| No dead chatterin' |
| Cattlin' sheep’s streets |
| I’m rattlin' scenes |
| Drummin' the beats |
| To clear the breach |
| So fear can reach |
| The loose leaf |
| Yeah riggity |
| Rickety Pete |
| Cough up kings |
| Like who’s sicker than me? |
| Spit up bling |
| And lumps of nicotine |
| You lung butter |
| Some on my tongue |
| With a ton |
| I’ma muscle |
| Mother fucker |
| Mother fucker freeze |
| Promise of somethin' Geez! |
| These other MCs |
| Don’t bust their seeds |
| They duds they wet wicks |
| Don’t burn |
| Concerned for cash |
| They showin' their ass |
| Like gaucho pants |
| Like Graucho’s stash |
| I’m livin' the matches |
| Out past yeah |
| Fuck 'em if they can’t breathe my smoke |
| Fuck 'em if they can’t learn to cope |
| Fuck 'em if they stereotype, right? |
| I’ll rock the boat |
| Don’t give a fuck if they don’t |
| I don’t hide out |
| No no no |
| I’ll do me |
| You do exactly who you think you should be |
| No no no |
| This ain’t a choice (nuh-uh) |
| It’s a breath |
| It’s a blink |
| It’s involuntary |
| It’s swim or it’s sink |
| For a stone like me |
| With the right amount of spin |
| You could skip |
| Leave ripples |
| Dip, live simple as a young cat |
| Road never play a back |
| Black with a black flag patch |
| On my hat sat and laughed at |
| Do my own thing |
| Let me craft that |
| I will not sing your anthems |
| I cancel 'em |
| Noble I sing the songs for the dead |
| I dance on 'em |
| Everything that we touch turns gold |
| we never set goals |
| See, everything that we touch gets stole |
| And then sold for a cost that we can’t afford, come on |
| I recognize real |
| Lift your oversized |
| No no no |
| Yeah, I’ll do me |
| You do exactly who you think you should be |
| No no no |
| Whole heart, never rest, let the beat do the rest |
| Everything that we touch turns gold |
| we never set goals |
| See, everything that we touch gets stole |
| And then sold for a cost that we can’t afford, come on |
| Everything that we touch turns gold |
| we never set goals |
| See, everything that we touch gets stole |
| And then sold for a cost that we can’t afford, come on |
| I won’t hide out, uh-uh |
| No no no |