Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You First , by - Rapper Big Pooh. Song from the album Persona, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
You First |
| This is dope by the caseload |
| Champagne popping |
| Plastic in the locker room |
| Niggas ain’t stopping |
| Parades down Main Street |
| Biggie on the radio |
| Greatest that you ever seen or heard |
| But you don’t hear me though |
| Drop top presidential |
| Detour residential |
| Extenuating circumstance making confidential |
| Racks of the ticker tape |
| Losers here to demonstrate |
| Pick a sign, form a line |
| Watch you try and keep it straight |
| Break through, take 2 |
| Mind start to levitate |
| Nap for an hour or so |
| Wake up, meditate |
| Medicate |
| Heart starts to palpitate |
| Blood pressure fluctuate |
| Flour on the paper plate, Tony |
| 20 20 inch screens watch my every move |
| And they watching yours too |
| So what’s the use of being phony? |
| Gold nugget, no gold chain |
| Go David Blaine |
| I wonder what Ma$e saw that made him wanna change |
| Now |
| See my life, highlight music |
| Every line, take the yellow highlight to it |
| Every page turned gets a four from the famous |
| Trying to bind this hard cover for consumption for the jaded |
| Now |
| It’s written in the stars, written on the walls too |
| If you gonna stall, give it up now |
| It’s bigger than the law |
| Blare it in the cars too |
| I need to slow it down |
| Lift it up now |
| Shit didn’t happen overnight son |
| Muscled my way in |
| I like mines combined like muscle bound saiyans |
| For writing rhymes on lines in spiral bound books |
| To typecasting rappers |
| Who the fuck you think you playing bro? |
| Save the miscalculations for the mans bro |
| You really can’t tell me anything I don’t already know |
| And all your favorite rappers think I’m really dope |
| So people see me out and think I’m rich but bro, I’m really broke |
| That’s 100, I could lie and tell you otherwise |
| And that’s my humble, still look flier than most other guys |
| I reside |
| Somewhere between five star |
| Old genius til they hanging from my old penis |
| And young teethers like «You got a cold flow, senior» |
| Heavy rain that scatter pockets of the brain |
| Wonder what MCA saw that made him wanna change |