Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggarachi, artist - Planet Asia.
Date of issue: 21.07.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Niggarachi |
Peep out the fresh shit |
Grainy grey Benz out the press kit |
Devastate through your neighborhood, something treacherous |
Specialist out for warehouse money |
Relax and count stacks and don’t worry about my necklace |
The freshest kids won’t even step to this |
Cause even weaponless I still control the scene effortless |
My pen glorious, you other cats bore me |
Just cordially move out the way who cares what your story is |
Guess who’s number one up in the highlyest, stunter ship one |
Your chick wants me to run up in her |
When the light flashes I start blinging |
Truck jewelry like disco lights across the ceiling |
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m glad you’re here |
Cause this tune now playing you just had to hear |
And this year marks the coming of, something more flashy |
So just watch me and look out for Niggarachi |
Niggarachi |
You can see it in my clothing |
Heavy on the chest, yes my neck stays frozen |
Glitter around the wrist too |
Every stone lit blue |
And this is some more of that shit for you to trip to |
Niggarachi |
When your chain is all heavy |
Your house is decorated, double R belly |
And the women all around are ready to rock steady and clock |
And when you step in they know you got cheddy |
All I wanna do is live my life to the fullest |
Pocket full of doe, clothes, and sipping on Louis |
Ladies move around all the fellas just watch |
To the tick tock ya don’t stop |
For this I was chose to expose what’s unknown to young and old |
Crews sit back and just roll a stog' to |
Something for the summer heat, bump and just roll to |
All my peoples up north still riding on gold shoes |
You can skirt to the melody but please don’t crash |
And catch a felony, especially with weed in the dash |
And that’s word from the Planet so just take the advice |
Cause make one false move and you’ll be paying the price |
And that means no more chilling |
Or |
Cristal spilling |
Or |
Buying out the telly floor, suite to top billing |
I’m your pappara', Frank Sina', Versace shop, chop a lot of watches |
Plus Gucci still suits me in a Bentley drop |
Milky in a silky suit, tempt me I’ll be simply cute |
Even got the hippy dudes yelling out «Yippie doo!» |
Make sure you just glace if you chance |
Ever comes to mean the man with lots of diamonds and karats |
Don’t just stand there like a peasant have respect when you see the ruler |
My Beamer cruises right up to the cheeba movers |
Goodie two shoes to evil doers |
Overseas I’m like God, people don’t even believe I’m human |
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m glad you’re here |
Cause this tune now playing you just had to hear |
And this year marks the coming of, something more classy |
So just watch me and look out for Niggarachi |