Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another One, artist - Random Axe. Album song Random Axe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Another One |
| We got another one popping |
| Turn it up a notch and keep rocking |
| Turn it up a notch and keep knocking |
| The haters wanna look, then keep watching |
| (Ha Ha) Laugh at them, let them look |
| Cause they know they can’t stop us |
| (Know they, know they) Know they can’t top us |
| Keep dropping, niggas keep watching |
| This one is sinful sentiments |
| I keep a pump like adrenaline |
| The opposite of innocent, gun play is imminent |
| The penmanship red, your dead, scribbled in blood |
| Wannabe thugs fled and gave the ground a hug |
| I got an airhead rat I like to keep doped up |
| Told her that she was dreaming, her man got his throat cut |
| Jedi mind trick a bitch, push a sell and get a chick to split the L |
| If the pigs flick the whip, give me bail |
| «What up, though?» |
| to Brooklyn, the dogs are loose |
| Who calling troops? |
| The shotguns tossing goose |
| And broke the treaty, I’ll smoke you easy |
| Murder City where the rich are broke and peazy |
| What the hell? |
| I reckon they want a twelve |
| The second I heard this record, I figured I might as well |
| Aggravate and piss off those that can’t stand me |
| Like man and the man is trying to raise a family |
| Ban me, I said it and I don’t give a fuck, call me the outlaw |
| Thinking I need this business? |
| I can do without ya’ll |
| As long as Agent K is making fully-automatics, I’mma get it |
| And I ain’t bullshitting you can forget it |
| Pussy-ass niggas popping shit on they webpages |
| The game has become outrageous |
| The stage is set for real niggas to come out with them gauges |
| And the gangsters out of them cages |
| Off the wall, no curl kit, no electric socks |
| Your world flip, pearl grip on the sket that pop |
| Murder, death, kill, Villain from the 'Ville |
| Pill-poppin', still real cocaine-cooking niggas drill poppin' |
| Sean Price the name, Random Axe is the group, duke |
| I spray shots in vain cops, fuck it you loot, duke |
| Hippity-hop niggas wanna rap in the booth cute |
| Meanwhile I got crack stacked up in the deuce shoe |
| Fuck fame, homie, I rap for the change only |
| Counter-punch suckers for lunch, I’m James Toney |
| You got the star look, but your ring and your chain’s phony |
| Back of 'The Source' jewels, slap, we force cool (Ooh!) |
| We all one in the same |
| It’s like I am Ruck, I am Black Milk, B |
| I’m Trick Trick, I am Simpson, but I’m not guilty |
| Rock filthy, the block’s feel me |
| I own them, fuck a Donald Trump, I’m 'Donald Dump' I got realty |
| See me in HD, high-def, definitely high |
| Stunting caught 'em all, berry niggas cry |
| Oh, I know Inspectah Deck 'em in the eye |
| You not doing the electric, I ain’t letting niggas slide |
| Act up, it’s ramifications of blamming a gauge in |
| Your face, It’s beef, not the shit on a sandwich your making |
| Amateurs faking but don’t respect or knock your ganstafications |
| Me? |
| I’mma a monster, my mere presence will panic a nation |
| Niggas 'bout as loyal as Popeye bitch Olive Oyl |
| No beef raps, but I got drama for you |
| Think about it, you know who I got with me |
| Brooklyn, Detroit, same shit, they both 'Rock City' |