Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Villa, artist - Pete Rock. Album song Soul Survivor II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bbe
Song language: English
Da Villa |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |
Villa nigga, That’s the crew when you rep' (Who?) |
It’s been a long time, we shouldn’ta left you |
It’s the S move, crushin' your best dude |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |
(Guess who) just stepped in the basement with Pete? |
Quick, swift with the flow boy S to the V |
Hear the static in the records, the dust in the beat |
Grimy like the ghettos when it’s pitch black in the streets |
Red alert nigga better beware, bring the heat |
Soul Suvivor comin' through so it’s hasta la vie |
V.I.P. |
dog watch us just take it to the top |
Plus we so Detroit like Murphy was in Robocop |
Say we can’t do a thing and man we ain’t 'sposed |
But I’m quick to return like I’m breakfast with the toast |
Villa in the spot tryn’a gain and maintain, yeah (oh) |
Tryna erase you lames, most slept in the game |
S Villa, nigga, that’s the crew when you rep' (Who?) |
It’s been a long time, we shouldn’ta left you (You!) |
It’s the S (move!), crushin' your best dude (dude) |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |
Villa nigga, That’s the crew when you rep' (Who?) |
It’s been a long time, we shouldn’ta left you |
It’s the S move, crushin' your best dude |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |
Yeah yeah |
Sharp, retaliate your fleet with animal instinct |
Walk with alligator feet, talk like Keith through alleyway and street |
Avenue crime scene locked in my rhyme scheme |
When plottin to blow, like watchin' a disappearing |
On Bin-Laden; |
I’m a vocal assassin, my throat is a handgun |
When you think I’m chokin', I’m in motion to land one |
And get you open — basically sick, facin' me, nah |
Your bones’ll get thrown through a masonry wall |
Without me breakin' the bricks |
With wallow in my venom |
Split nozzle from a kit combo Get bravo from the womens |
Lift pothole, admit defeat and forget it |
I’m well known to speak in heat of a minute |
Like I’m linked to a cell phone, reachin' the limit |
Meet yo untimely demise, I |
Flow with the entire glow of a diamond insides |
Let the fire blows from the cannon, I can win and I will |
At random I peel steel like a mechanic that builds |
And strip away, nibble on simple prey |
Simple minded, whistle silent when I ripple my mental rage |
Trip’ll ride and then flee from the scene paid (hey) |
I’m on your head like a wooden contraption |
Collapsin' the guillotine blade |
'Til your eyes is bigger than DMC’s shades |
Not the low B grades, we 4.0 with the flow |
You see A’s |
S Villa, nigga, that’s the crew when you rep' (Who?) |
It’s been a long time, we shouldn’ta left you (You!) |
It’s the S (move!), crushin' your best dude (dude) |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |
Villa nigga, That’s the crew when you rep' (Who?) |
It’s been a long time, we shouldn’ta left you |
It’s the S move, crushin' your best dude |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |
Speak ghetto language for niggas to hold |
Tarnish bubble-gum raps when I switch and turn gold |
See the plaques on the wall but we platinum status |
One verse is like a gauge and blow a nigga off the atlas |
Man listen, I’ll break them bad habits |
For the pursuit of the green I gots to get the cabbage (yup!) |
Me and my dudes, my man, we all savage |
Can’t reach the status quota your team, they all average |
Comin' outta the dark, I undoubtedly spark ironically |
My sane mind sharp as James Bond part for Sean Connery |
Your rhyme odyssey, possess a treacherous style |
Bet you would bow if my nine possibly |
Shot your knee on the left |
Cuff gat, criminal act, tough rap, bust back |
Like genital sacks that’s gushin with something that resemble the Claps |
You dealin' with a multiple manic-depressin' |
Instillin' panic and stress on all o' you |
S Villa, nigga, that’s the crew when you rep' (Who?) |
It’s been a long time, we shouldn’ta left you (You!) |
It’s the S (move!), crushin' your best dude (dude) |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |
Villa nigga, That’s the crew when you rep' (Who?) |
It’s been a long time, we shouldn’ta left you |
It’s the S move, crushin' your best dude |
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too |