Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reppin', artist - Royal Flush. Album song Ghetto Millionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.08.1997
Record label: Blunt
Song language: English
Reppin' |
| Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny |
| Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C |
| Royal Flush AKA Doc Holiday, all day |
| The act jeeps, for foreplay, I keep it the raw way |
| My lifestyle’ll spendin these riches and fuck bitches |
| Coppin keys and smokin mad weed on the benches |
| I’m street struck, that’s why your man Rob got buck |
| Keep ya guards up, and God bless that nigga that’s tough |
| I hate to open up ya face, half moon you wit the razor |
| Flush, you run for Mayor of New York, best over take ya |
| Plus my shit is flavor, my mind increase ill behavior |
| Blow the detonator, my life story is gettin greater |
| Linen suits and gators, private jets to Las Vegas |
| You can watch me, but can’t stop me |
| My crew is wild like the Nazi |
| And keep my neck flooded like Liberaci |
| And high speed, livin his life in luxury |
| Drop top ease, I’m tryin to get money, across seas |
| While my lady shippin agent 3−80's, from Germany |
| Who to say I’m shady, just to calm nigga crazy |
| Affastinate me, it’s sabotage, all that hates me |
| New York inspire rhymes, like a Flush crime |
| And organize wit the best dominant sex wit techs |
| Till we all rest, invest in cool Glocks and jets |
| Five thousand dollar pents, blue gets up in my Rolex |
| It’s Saddam takin over, ripin a range rover |
| A black Casanova, worldwide, should of told ya |
| How I get down, representin Queens is my style |
| Crack the bubble now, I bring the trouble foul |
| You P.C. |
| just like the Isle, won’t settle for another East coast props |
| And cameo spots and New York Undercover |
| And burnin rubber through the street’s lights |
| And black wizard weed pipe |
| That make me smoke pineapple wit my A-alike |
| God bless the street, rebel mind to the test |
| The higher inferred, record cake nigga, Corleone respect |
| I wanna seal wit my Kiko, destiny and maximillions |
| Gold bricks to build buildings, diamond sets, spiritualism |
| Rainbow, force fields, my niggas that toss steel |
| Conceal the heat, slum in the street, believe it’s all real |
| Nothin really changed, but the game had it’s season |
| Go against the grain and we flame you for treason |
| You must of been insane to think that Queens and you was even |
| Repped the worldwide, wit tight fists and now you leavin |
| New York is reason, for the nation to believe in |
| My ways, Fort Knox plans, Royal Flush, Phenom P |
| Equity plans, and if you missed it, Movin On Your Weak |
| Had you twisted, the 'Lanz fam tradition ancient like the pyramid |