Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Regulate , by - Royal Flush. Song from the album Ghetto Millionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.08.1997
Record label: Blunt
Song language: English
Regulate |
| It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way |
| Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day |
| The NSX pull out the driveway |
| Feelin like Scarface, desperado on the case |
| Niggas an ace, celebrate livin it great |
| Into your mind state, a lock front, but Flush straight |
| Over wound ya faith, hold it down across state |
| You know, fitted hat, Tommy shorts to match |
| Lay back, executioner of rap, that bring stat |
| Face the phat, tattoo on my arm, and pack gat |
| Never mind that, quick reflexes, I bust back |
| Party back to back, New York, where it’s at |
| Hold up stop for a second, bring it back cousin |
| Let’s have a good time, cipher wit the Dutch combine |
| Respect mine, that’s why you live the deaf, dumb and the blind |
| Bottom line, let’s all shine, can’t be mad at what’s mine |
| It took a lot to get these props, three shots and almost got rocked |
| My hustle on the roof top, the watch cop, and I’m gettin crazy cheddar |
| Drivin rose, Bentleys and better |
| The street contemplate the terror, the rhymes sever |
| And overdose speak broadcastin niggas leakin |
| Probably thinkin, I’m just a wise nigga drinkin |
| Whatever you do, you gotta get ya shit straight |
| No time to wait, make money and regulate |
| While on the mailbox, sit and steamin |
| Peep the demon, techs were schemin, seen it in they eyes gleamin |
| Sorta like the shine, 'cept the thoughts son divine |
| Run wild inside they minds, maybe had somebody by me |
| My body wit lacerations, cuts, abrasions |
| Wounds I couldn’t slide, from when the bullets started blazin |
| Awaken from concentration, started to skate |
| My heart rate, amagortex wit no brakes |
| Jump the gate, hit the ground on my side, but no pain |
| Turn around and find her comin like a runaway freight train |
| And play you, I see blues and cars are too |
| Choose or lose, ain’t no option in my everyday news |
| Grab the heat and slide, maybe jump up in the ride |
| Now my nigga Flush, he like lamped on the side |
| Strictly sorta Cajun, relax, mind lacin |
| Line cooperation, now to start activation |
| Ill collaboration, from a team now you facin |
| We break nation, flew back style afflatus |
| I only roll daily, wit the God burst heatin |
| Chill, a mass mill, lay back, leave it dubblin |
| Money for bubblin, from 95 thru recoverin |
| My crew smotherin, carry Benjamin’s and jugglin |