Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Questions, artist - Royal Flush. Album song The Message: Reloaded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: N.A.B
Song language: English
Questions |
Ay yo Flush you been around for a real long time |
Lemme ask you a question, do you still write rhymes? |
Nigga I write commandments, pen hit the paper the fans flip |
I talk shit reason why New York won’t quit |
Everytime that I spit you know I’m throwin' some hot shit |
The West Coast had it locked so you called on a locksmith |
Then Worldwide came out so Queens could pop shit |
And I really did sell coke so I talk about mad bricks |
I got a lil' paper so you know I push mad whips |
When Iced Out came out taught y’all how to ice shit |
Now the world runnin' around talkin' about Flush is the nicest |
Ook some time off had a lot of work I had to get it off |
Label me the street boss a lotta rappers fell off |
I watched laugh & listen, waitin' for my time to get it |
My lifestyle was bitten take it write a move with it |
Until y’all haters & y’all corny critics |
Cause what I put in this rap game a lotta rappers wouldn’t of lived it |
…Dig it? |
Alright back up back up |
Ahh yes, ahh Flush |
What? |
Is it true you had a divorce with your wife? |
Heh you fuck right I got rid of that bitch, anything else? |
Yes yes, uh what do you feel about the rap game? |
Huh… alright anybody wanna ask me anymore questions? |
How about you? |
Yeah I felt that Flush, Worldwide, Iced Down was hot |
But lemme ask you a question do you hustle on the block? |
Say what motherfucker? |
I’m the reason why the cops don’t talk & wanna bust motherfucker |
The only nigga in Queens with dust motherfucker |
And I really live this shit do I don’t trust motherfuckers |
Let me talk to you suckers, you fake ass hustlers |
Your bricks are 17 so your boss’s my customer |
You little ass nigga with the Mighty Midget figures |
While y’all was playin' Nintendo I was fuckin' up the dishes |
Had a bad bitch butt ass baggin' work in the kitchen |
The dope called it Candy Girl cause it felt like New Edition |
And I still feel like Bate when the feds is out fishin |
And without this rap shit my kids got towards intuition |
And I’m never gonna snitch, I’d rather escape from prison |
You talk shit we hit 'em, you got shines we stick 'em |
You got dough we get 'em, you fuck hoes we sit 'em |
You still be outta town with them bricks & the rental |