Lyrics Shout It Out - Princeton

Shout It Out

Man I should run up in these record labels
Like hey let me talk to ya’ll
Then put that K to A in R’s
Like Im bout to spell Arkansas
Hand over my ice and cream
I ain’t talkin about Haagen Dazs
I could moonwalk on the sun
Stop wishin on these fallen stars
Flow sharper than arrow heads
Ask around im a thoroughbred
Best rapper alive
I mean like in the whole world craig
Shout out to my birthplace
Who knew I would lose it all
You could sign me durin a earthquake
This time I would refuse to fall
Cause my swag high like a nigga blew that kush
Kicks fly like I threw a shoe at bush
Whats takin so long to get the radio goin
I feel like a chick gettin ready for prom
No rainbow, but it’s so lame though
Here’s a quick question for the Los game show
Whos better?
You never
Man make a lil room for the new fella
Good loadie woadie, everyone in the hood
Roll up on me like, now whats up witchu homie?
Don’t you know all these suckas is phonie?
So whats good?
Let me tell you whats good
The town ain’t safe cuz the hood just hood
My past couldn’t slow a nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain’t safe in the hood, whats good?
I know you see me gunnin' for the spot, whats good?
From the bottom I’m comin' for the top, whats good?
Tell em keep your money runnin' til it stops, whats good?
When I get say Im gunnin' for my block, whats good?
Let me tell you what’s good
The town ain’t safe cuz the hood just hood
My past couldn’t slowa nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain’t safe in the hood, whats good?
I’m just sailin' off and livin' far from frail Or starving prison jail
Ya boy be tight and his jewelry bright
As Baylor, Harvard, Princeton, Yale
What I gotta tell ya like Kanye tell ya
Run up in the woods, pull a Kanye Taylor
Came from the bottom, so you know I hate failure
I make everything tight like Kanye Tailor
Somebody go ask Jay Z
Whats the craziest a flow could be?
Cause I be sayin shit that could make an athiest go O M G
Im the rap KG slash black J Bieb
But I go hard in the paint and ya broad might faint
You a wack JV nigga, 6 man down
Talkin' bout you finna ride but your kickstand down
Bitch stand down to a stand up dude
I could and 1's when Im in a and what mood?
Got me stop me you and what crew?
Silly rabbit what planet you think
We on you don’t stand a chance
Your girl ask em nail her I screwed her
Then did the hammer dance
She went down like a avalanche
I’m too big for you, small peers
Coupe top pushed back like Paul Pierce
I ball I push that like Paul Pierce
I could do shit here all year
So I’m comin through the lane like Rondo nigga
Cuz my belt like a car note and my shoes about as much
As a payment on a condo nigga
And im comin for the crown no convo nigga