Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conquer da World , by - RAMPAGE. Song from the album Scouts Honor By Way Of Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |