Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Its The Postaboy, artist - Pete Rock. Album song Soul Survivor II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bbe
Song language: English
Its The Postaboy |
| Uh, yeah, yeah |
| Harlem, Postaboy, let’s go |
| Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo |
| Uhh, let’s go |
| I’mma show you how we get down like, with this pound like |
| Since I’m in a Caddy P this what it sound like |
| Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like |
| And since you’re on my dick nigga this what uptown like |
| Geah, I’m on top of my A game |
| Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste gang |
| Posta back in the building |
| The 106 hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling |
| I’m a new artist but it’s like I’m platinum plus |
| E’ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks |
| Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks |
| High as a kite, rollin dutch after dutch |
| Honey leavin the scene with me |
| Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 with me |
| Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin out the pants |
| Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh! |
| Make way it’s the Postaboy |
| Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy |
| We got the ladies in the club makin all that noise |
| Winning Team outside, you don’t see our toys (woo woo) |
| Make way it’s the Postaboy |
| Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy |
| They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that noise |
| Beep beep, I’m a boss, I don’t drive my toys |
| You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement B’s |
| Rollin up in the club like the |
| I don’t know why you hate me, I’m tryin to date me |
| A hot mami like Tammy at AE |
| Jump, I say that I’m focused |
| And just how thirsty all these hoes is |
| Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses |
| I J, then they knockin at my door like Jehovahs |
| I start checkin my peep mo' |
| I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes |
| Like, R.P., Alpo |
| Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John |
| All I need is a pair of my Pro*Keds |
| Half moon part and a two-wheel moped |
| Quarter water, Jimmy Chu’s for my honey |
| It’s the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money |
| I said throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr |
| The roof on fire and not a muh’fucker curr |
| There’s so many bunnies and I’m seein over her |
| Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr |
| Hey! |
| I’m mean mixin my two-step |
| Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef' |
| Pimp so hard 'til there ain’t no juice left |
| I been around the world, I done toured the U. S |
| Here we go, c’mon |
| Now here we go, c’mon |
| Now here we go, c’mon |
| Now here we go, c’mon |
| Yeah! |