Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Sound , by - RBL Posse. Release date: 03.01.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Sound |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| I’m still tryna survive in the ghetto |
| And keep myself from getting wrapped up in some yellow |
| Tape as I skiddy-skirt up and down my hood |
| Always staying strapped ‘cause niggas’ll jack you if they could |
| But my nigga keeps the Glock to put Jack in his box |
| To skin that nigga alive, it’s like he was a fuckin' fox |
| I thought when I started rappin', all that fake shit would cease |
| But instead of saying «peace,» shit, they always want a piece |
| Of my muthafuckin' dividends, but Cee is never giving in |
| You try to play me, punk, Chevy truck is what you sittin' in |
| So can you hear the sound? |
| Fool, you better take a listen |
| ‘Cause just like lost and found, you’s about to come up missin' |
| ‘Cause it’s the kind of beat that the West Coast bump |
| That real ass shit that kick back and keep the blunt lit |
| It ain’t nothin' but a thang to me |
| And all these player haters know it’s plain to see |
| That Black C ain’t' stoppin' ‘til he’s fetti |
| And I’ll be ready when my bank account is steady |
| Checking a few ends, checking a few notes, you know |
| Checking a few dice, and learn a few rolls |
| It ain’t gon' ever be enough knowing what you know |
| So pop the top of the Henn, and let the dank smoke |
| While you choke, don’t revoke, the sound, but now… |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| This the sound of the shit that keeps me lit |
| Keeps me going, that smooth ass shit that keep a nigga mack and flowin' |
| So A, B, you see me |
| Loungin' in the cuts with four niggas in a bucket, so fuck it |
| If the po-po's wanna harass, jack a nigga, or gaff' a nigga |
| Others we be smokin' in the drug zone |
| So I’ll be packin' my deuce-five chrome when I leave home |
| I’m not alone, I’m with three niggas from the ‘jects |
| And I’ll bet, the bass’ll hit you like a TEC |
| Nine, when on the grind |
| You always tryna get yours when I’ll be tryna get mine |
| Sit that butt down, just like a couch |
| And zip that weak ass shit up like a pouch |
| ‘Cause just like a square, we blockin' bammer niggas out |
| Oh, don’t you hear my lyrics comin' out your fuckin' mouth? |
| Just call me a tool ‘cause I saw in the crowd |
| Screaming «RBL» like a ho hella loud |
| I smoke hella dank and I might hit the bidi |
| Girls on my dick if I was a baby on my weenie |
| ‘Cause we be kickin' shit just like some Nikes |
| Fresh like some Jordans always comin' hella tight |
| And you don’t never ever wanna turn our shit down |
| ‘Cause hella muthafuckas have been waiting for the sound |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |
| Boom, that’s the sound from the stuff that we puff |