Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N***a Like Me, artist - Redman. Date of issue: 12.11.2015
Song language: English
N***a Like Me |
| Check it out |
| Redman, star fives |
| Twenty two on a car tire |
| Ring bells like Mel’s Diner |
| I’m sharp hair made of barbed wire |
| Chemdawg, nicotine for your menthol on Crenshaw |
| 43rd fresh off the herb |
| I got connects like SIM cards |
| I know hip-hop is part of my life |
| I love it like it’s my wife |
| My credit card that I swipe |
| True Religion’s all on my Nikes |
| 7:30 train wreck, brain freeze |
| I’m Capo, Marvel, got the Iron Man, Stan Lee |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I can’t stop like Diddy, boy, when I’m grindin' (I said, «Why?») |
| I hold down Brick City, boy, and Shaolin (I said, «Why?») |
| These hoes rub they titties, boy, when I’m driving (I said, «Why?») |
| My boys smoking that loud when we be wild’n |
| Check it out |
| Sour diesel, medicate |
| Start a cypher, elevate |
| Fuck the hater, eliminator |
| These angry birds is featherweight |
| Hood down, street smart |
| With a cap and gown, class clown |
| Failed math but graduated from a dime bag to a half a pound |
| '90 era is harder (Yeah) |
| Orca out the water |
| Before Wayne started The Carter |
| Before T-Pain did the auto |
| I had lyrics, nigga |
| Drunk as hell, I spit the liquor, Dirk Diggler |
| I kick it off like Monday night then run it back like Emmitt, mister |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that) |
| I can’t stop like Diddy, boy, when I’m grindin' (I said, «Why?») |
| I hold down Brick City, boy, and Shaolin (I said, «Why?») |
| These hoes rub they titties, boy, when I’m driving (I said, «Why?») |
| My boys smoking that loud when we be wild’n |
| Copy that, copy that, copy that |
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