Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Nothin' , by - Richie Sosa. Release date: 27.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Nothin' , by - Richie Sosa. It's Nothin' |
| A lot of people like to call this a game, but I ain’t playin' |
| I ain’t on the guestlist, and I ain’t payin |
| You’ll still see me in the spot, but I’m just sayin' |
| You know, I’m kinda special, So you can say it’s nothin' |
| Any time I get it crackin' man, I do it like it’s nothin' |
| From Scarborough to Pakistan, Some niggas know it’s nothin' |
| Oh yeah, that’s with or without a backing |
| Mr. Action, yo, I make it happen |
| Catch the kid floating like a corn pop in a bowl of milk |
| Three quarters leather and suede, One quarter silk |
| Built mathematically correct, like a pyramid |
| So my physical line up with the stars on a mirror grid |
| Any time you hear I did what I’m known to do |
| Big shows, judge shit, down like a cold and gloom |
| Close shorty, I’ve never done what I’m supposed to do |
| And somehow I’m still alive after going through |
| All the stupid bullshit and the drama |
| I’m from the bottom, you y’all can’t phase me with a prima |
| So I’m still plottin with my dick up a vagina |
| Cause it was either this or trying to stick up a diner |
| Like everybody hit the fuckin' floor |
| El Placa shut the door |
| Greedy good bags, hit the fucking draw |
| Cause when I’m moody I usually brutally |
| Manuevre like my medulis hoola hooping around my noodle, see |
| I’m from a hood where they watch what you got |
| What you have, what you don’t |
| What you bout, what you not |
| What you sayin, whether it’s nothin' |
| Or you’re saying a lot |
| Whether you’re a square with a job or you hot |
| Trying to move up to a queen size from a cot |
| Sneakin' on the back of the bus or got a car in the lot |
| Cause there’s a lot of frauds in the dock |
| Tryin to talk like they walk the walk, they ain’t got |
| I’m from the pre-B.E.T. |
| era |
| Hustling was never a fad, I needed guap |
| Single moms, no pop, raised by the block |
| See it in my bop, I’m probably never gonna stop |
| Until the CN tower wobble and drop, tipping that Smirnoff |
| Eyes red like the terminator with his skin off |
| Cause everybody know the boy get to brawlin |
| And bring heat to the track like the Olympic Torch falling |