Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conquer da World, artist - RAMPAGE. Album song Scouts Honor By Way Of Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.07.1997
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Conquer da World |
It’s like that, It’s like that son |
Yea, it’s how we do it |
Chorus 2X: Rampage |
I’m a Conquer Da World |
I’m a Conquer Da World, I’m a Conquer Da World |
I’m a Conquer Da World |
[sample from Rakim sayin «Make them clap to this» |
Heard throughout chorus] |
Check it out |
I’m sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wall |
Suckin on Halls, singin to myself «I Got The Balls» |
Skills of the ass, A Future Without A Past |
You god damned right a hundred g’s in the stash |
Prepare for the blood bath, niggas don’t know the half |
I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf |
Down to the yellow brick road |
I’m 22, Rampage, I’m bout to explode |
You could relate, I bomb ya chest like Kuwait |
You dead weight, and I’m about to shut down ya gates |
Forgive me Lord, I’m on the take, give me a brake |
I shake and bake, and roll the money that I make |
I take, I throw half of ya body up in the lake |
Now it’s time for me to break, fuck the jake |
I make the street work for me |
I do damage to the stage and the industry |
It’s like that, It’s like that |
I don’t mean to brag or boast |
I’m the live nigga movin with toast |
The playas haters in the games be cuttin it close |
I’m layin low, in the phat red Testaros' |
Adios from coast to coast |
Iced out, flooded watch |
Suade lookin like butterscotch |
Stickin the city like Ed Koch |
I want lands and yachts |
Rockin clubs and hot spots |
I wanna lady that’s strictly gettin paid |
Not a great, to chill on the exotic island |
Strictly drinkin lemonade |
Rubbin my back, rubbin my head |
Smellin good when she comes to bed |
Victoria Secret, sumthin that I can sleep with |
Pack my heat with, she’s nuthin but my sidekick |
The chick that I freak with |
It’s like that son |
I’m on the road to the riches |
Naked bitches in the kitchen |
Washin my dishes, leavin they man suspicious |
I’m in the mansion, rightin rhymes like it’s a short time |
I gotta shine, sippin on fine wine |
I’m in the phat jacuzzi, parle, put away the uzi |
It’s all about the cuties, macked out like John Belushi |
Take off that versel sweater, it’s gettin better |
Black and white suit, Maxima, FDR coup |
Been around the world, gettin loot |
I got future plans in the Meadowlands |
Pushin in the phat lands |
Seein my mans, mad fans sittin in the stands |
Goin crazy, Rampage, too young to fade |
The hardcore renegade |
21 songs until ya made, pre paid |
Joined by crusade, I twist ya like a corn braid |
I got it made, I’m blowin like the World Trade |
Chorus to fade |