Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing Less, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song The Delightful Bars - North American Pie Version, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hall Of Justus, Pooh
Song language: English
Nothing Less |
So everybody put your shades on |
Poobie came to show +Love+ like +Faizon+ |
Every bar that I carve is amaz-on |
Wack niggas can’t seem to feel our play on |
A lil' spice in my swag, call it Cajun |
Often wonder to myself where the day’s gone |
Save some, save none at the same time |
Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme |
Paid homage to the struggle that’s before mine |
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore I grind |
Outshine most niggas, call 'em all suns/sons |
Steady reaching for the stars, but it’s only one |
Rapper, your favourite rapper, this is no +Pun+ |
+Big Daddy+, no +Kane+, get the job done |
I’m bout to stick the whole game up with no gun |
And I’mma show you how the South was won |
So check it out |
This is the part where we run Hip Hop |
And we don’t need props, we know we the shit |
This is the part where we run Hip Hop |
So get them hands high |
I’m yelling all my real niggas, «keep moving» |
My real bitches, «keep moving» |
I promise I’ma «keep moving» |
If they don’t, «we do it» |
The best (Hip Hop) |
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less |
Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again |
Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans |
I’m on the stage, you in the stands |
I’m on the road, you at the crib just scribbling |
Your best sentence was doing your bid |
I’m through with you kids, like Brenda |
I don’t want to have to trash bin ya |
When Ab enter, cats get they raps injured |
Without no reason they be out the whole season |
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding |
I’m at where you can’t come like no semen |
No homo, just admire the power |
I’m so visual, give you an +Eiffel+ like +tower+ |
Huh, but you can never see me |
Black tear compliment my black lips in the Lamborghini |
Puffing a spliff big as a branch |
After I spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn |
This is the part where we run Hip Hop |
And we don’t need props, we know we the shit |
This is the part where we run Hip Hop |
So get them hands high |
I’m yelling all my real niggas, «keep moving» |
My real bitches, «keep moving» |
I promise I’ma «keep moving» |
If they don’t, «we do it» |
The best (Hip Hop) |
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less |
Jay Rock got flows |
I’m killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke |
Running Hip Hop like 'Pac in his prime |
I spit murder, every bar is a crime |
Look, I do it BIG like B. I |
Nigga I’m the shit, I’ve doing this since knee high |
No I’m not TIP but I stay on my T. I |
These fake ass rappers steady acting like devise |
I’ma live and die in Cali |
What’s beef? |
Chew through that like rallies |
Got hoes, work 'em out like ballies |
Do shows, flip dough like patties |
I ain’t just rapping, I can make it happen |
Put your whole goddamn career in a casket |
Lyrical homicide when I write |
No bullshit, I’m Mike with the mic |
This is the part where we run Hip Hop |
And we don’t need props, we know we the shit |
This is the part where we run Hip Hop |
So get them hands high |
I’m yelling all my real niggas, «keep moving» |
My real bitches, «keep moving» |
I promise I’ma «keep moving» |
If they don’t, «we do it» |
The best (Hip Hop) |
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less |
Never pledge allegiance, God given flow |
I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking |
Give me a reason why I’m not the best breathing |
They worship the ground I walk on, though I’m harder than cement |
Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks |
Portable handgun, who want to test? |
I can pass out many Scantrons, fail many students |
Tryna play the truest, dumber than Three Stooges |
Hummers, we steady cruising like time do |
Higher than a Vanilla Sky, float by you |
When I’m through, I’ll probably let you take it back |
Like my old prom suit that I wore with the tag |
Rap giant, get your little locality smashed |
Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat |
I like bitches with fat booties but never half-ass |
When I’m working for certain, I’m hurting the game |
I said I’m hurting her |
Pooh! |
I couldn’t help it nigga |
I had to put a verse this muh’fucker |
This shit classic nigga |
Feel this, uh, for Hip Hop, for Hip Hop |
For real Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop |