Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettin' Inside, artist - Redman. Album song Mudface, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2015
Record label: Gilla House
Song language: English
Gettin' Inside |
| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' outside |
| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' outside |
| Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride |
| My family be stoned like sly |
| Boy I don’t jive, my trib gon' kick it |
| Syrup in the cup, no I ain’t gon' sip it |
| Money over hoes but hoes want money |
| Better ask Bow-Wow for the lottery ticket |
| Drop my top when the sky get yellow |
| So like Pacquiao, I’m waiting for Mayweather |
| All my dogs tougher than leather |
| I fell like I hit my lil kid’s inhaler |
| Franklin, Benjamins, cakes, Entamenns |
| Thirsty like Howell trappin' with Gilligan |
| Never could mimick him, I’m grade A |
| I’m battin' with bonds in my DNA, nigga |
| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside |
| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside |
| Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride |
| My family be stoned like sly |
| I’m so high, the chicks gon' love it |
| We so fly, the chicks gon' love it |
| Pull up to the club, I bring no luggage |
| Cause when I leave here, I plan on fuckin' |
| Boy, I’m a winner, boy I’m a sinner |
| Got an intena on the TV dinner |
| Strip club, I got my money on Linda |
| One dollar bill pill like Gold member |
| I’ll make it rain, it’s a hurricane already |
| True to the game like Terry |
| Third degree burns, the house on fire |
| Hustlin, compare me to Jerry MaGuire |
| Roll that shit, light that shit |
| Then mac on the seem Skyped that shit |
| As soon as she smoke, I’ma pipe that bitch |
| Then put it in her bun like you like that shit |
| Women give me love and rappers get X |
| Hood status, I got stripes like the ref |
| Write the check and connect like nine X |
| When you do, add three more digits to the left |
| I’m like Jeter how I rock that speaker |
| Internet junkies are Wifi-ing ether |
| Look at me bro, I’m a leader |
| But I feel like the fat boys tryna get in the beaver |
| Bitches on E and my homies on percs |
| Horses on the car and a horse on the shirt |
| For now on I’ma be dirty like Mcgirt |
| So I bumrush the courts cause |
| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside |
| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside |
| Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride |
| My family be stoned like sly |
| I’m so high, the chicks gon' love it |
| We so fly, the chicks gon' love it |
| Pull up to the club, I bring no luggage |
| Cause when I leave here, I plan on fuckin' |
| Now I’m inside and I’m feelin' alright |
| And I’ma show people how to party all night |
| Smoke some of that, take one of those |
| Drink til the bartender yellin' «I'm closed» |
| Now I’m inside and I’m feelin' alright |
| And I’ma show people how to party all night |
| Smoke some of that, take one of those |
| Drink til the bartender yellin' «I'm closed» |