Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Reps , by - Queen PenRelease date: 21.05.2001
Song language: English
I Reps |
| William nigga |
| Yeah! |
| DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things |
| Q-u-double-e- radio |
| And the question of the day |
| Is who, and what you rep |
| Caller number 1, you on the line |
| Ayo its P, big chunky 40 inch chains |
| I could fuck your woman, but I perfer brains |
| I could duff you out wit guns and bang |
| I’ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga man |
| This ain’t no '87 rap battle |
| This is 2001, bloodsport, nigga i’ll get at you |
| This is criminal shit, I’m so infamous |
| I’m so gangsta, these niggas be nervous |
| When we pop up, ya knees lock up |
| Ya stomach catch butterflies |
| And ya heart pumps |
| Suppose to be scared, suppose to be 'wared |
| When you see me get the fuck out my way |
| Nigga I’m in here |
| And I ain’t come for the glamour and glitz |
| I came to fuck you up bad, get drunk, and find me a bitch |
| So where you at girl, holla at the kid |
| 'Fore I slay one of these lame niggas in here, straight up |
| (DJ Clue) |
| Yeah, Caller number two |
| You on the line |
| I got some raps for the streets |
| My niggas pack the heats |
| My soldiers on the corner crushin up green meat |
| For all the generations, and mothers ridin the trains |
| To work for y’all crackers, for that bullshit pay |
| I reps for my head that cops his weight |
| That take trips uptown just to cop his haze |
| I rep for them chicks givin brain in the rain |
| That ain’t scared to be a freak, for the right pay |
| I gots to rep for my familys thats stricten wit pain |
| For buryin they boys to soon for this game |
| I rep for my panthers thats locked away |
| And??? |
| sittin on deathrow countin down them days |
| I rep for y’all bitches that work lizzie bags |
| That sell hot shit, half price off of tags |
| I rep for them chicks that write they own shit |
| That live just like a live, to write they own shit |
| Its 2001 bitch, stop frontin |
| I rep for my baby mamas thats still walkin |
| I rep for them chicks collectin P.A.&Wic |
| Up in the hair and nail spots makin off the book chips |
| I rep body snactchers, loyaly over passion |
| I’m married to B.S.bitch, ain’t no question |
| (DJ Clue) |
| Caller number three, you on the line |
| I rep money dealers, girls step like, «Cam you rock a lotta Prada» |
| Look to her and said, «bitch I’m bout the dollar», holla |
| I don’t like it anways, I feel enscadas hotter |
| One get her, get her, good dog, got her, got her |
| Cam is in a Lincolns Clipse |
| Jay say Belvedere, now y’all drinkin the shit |
| Please, oh my god brother, followin is not gutter |
| Its a major trend setter for you cock suckers |
| Insurance on my diamonds, my rocks covered |
| If I’m wit a bitch, believe me I do not love her |
| I’ma rap like a doobie and spliff |
| My Uzi a click, yeah I did a movie a flick |
| But I step to the director like, «look I’m not bitchin» |
| Understand this homeboy, I’m not snitchin |
| Killa Cam still be back in the hood |
| Back where I should, plus I can’t act that good |
| I could cook that coke, get them figures |
| I could bust that gat, strip some niggas |
| No homo, cause my life ain’t no motion picture |
| Motion trigger, I open livers, cock the pump |
| Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean nigga |
| Peal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharks |
| Killa, P-Double, Queen Pen, Lee Low |
| (DJ Clue) |
| Yeah, DJ Clue |
| You know how we do things |
| Q-U-Double E radio |
| And the question of the day is |
| What you rep |