Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's On , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Rise To Power, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.10.2008
Record label: Suave House II
Song language: English
It's On |
| You know I speak from my heart like my mouth in my chest |
| It’s the South the the West |
| Suave house at its best |
| Went from crumbs to brick (lay down), the other shit |
| Respect the game (Jiggolo) behind the Southern hits |
| The fam type still light shit down |
| No cartel Tef, white wrist now |
| Funny shape ice (uh), my money made twice |
| Still pull guns holes, roller blade dice |
| Still flip ones rise spokes, razer blade white |
| Still walk blocks, call shots, I’m livin that life |
| I’m the future of the south, isn’t that nice |
| soul, I’m shipping that twice |
| I plan to call your names, when I’m giving them right |
| I’m a little more vocal on the internet site |
| Until then, I’m living |
| Cock sucked on the yacht |
| Hot scotch rolling rocks |
| Time to sing the hook c’mon |
| It’s On, it’s on |
| We here (we here) |
| Nothin to lose (nope) |
| No fear (no fear) |
| Still standing, they can’t stand it |
| Suave house too bitch that’s my family |
| The Suave house booted out all the shisty thieves |
| Now it’s just icey sleeves and nice MCs |
| The youngest in the pack, still running with the pack |
| You know shining bird bath stil pumping in the lack |
| Where you want these slugs, in the stomach or the back |
| Bad contracts but I’m still coming for a plaque |
| I suggest y’all niggas start covering your hat |
| Ross climbing through the front, I’m covering the back |
| Cover with the black, bubbling the crack |
| Hustling at that, with the rats |
| Slugging for the scratch and the bucket |
| Puffin on batch, where my hustlas at |
| Noah, the ladies remember the dimples |
| Puttin nipples on the windows, of the Limos |
| Climb through the sunroof, y’all niggas want who |
| Give me another bad bitch that I can run through |
| The to representing |
| Fuck y’all say the hook |
| There’s, nobody fly, Nodoby hotter so |
| It’s only right I hold the torch and I provide the dope |
| I get to em raw, like the pure coke |
| Turn me up and hear me bubble like that baking soda |
| Uh, but niggas they scared of it |
| They close but can’t see me like some impaired cousins |
| Blind to the fact that nigga I’m buzzing |
| My whole clique with me and niggas I met up |
| With one click, and one aim |
| We get bread, and we fuck dames |
| You can, play with us if you wanna |
| Try us like a pussy and you sure to be a gonner |
| A bitch with me and the chicks stay on one |
| But sex free to watch her do the Jackie Joyner |
| Curse he, curse me but hurt me never |
| Chevy same color Hershey heavy on the pedal |