Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here They Come , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 25.02.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here They Come |
| Here they come yo |
| Here they come |
| Yeah Yeah |
| I ex-spits your bole |
| The tire you kicks is toyal |
| Black diamonds lookin' like tires dipped in oil |
| You niggas is about as fly as the wings on a parrot |
| If you a king I turn you into a king on a terrace |
| I’m sick with the fuck-a-nigga flu |
| Defiant as? |
| The Imus |
| These nappy headed hoes is like a science |
| When I got the permit to tell that bitch «perm it» |
| These niggas ain’t got |
| Nothin' up their sleeves like a tank top |
| Stay in the streets with you like some rain drops |
| Nickel can’t stop |
| Stick the game up |
| Leave them hands up |
| And then I flee away with Lil' Wayne’s spot |
| Here they come yo |
| Bitches in the front row |
| Titties out they blouses |
| Screamin' out that they want mo |
| This is that |
| Lights out |
| Bring them bikes out |
| White boys bring them spikes out |
| I goes in |
| Where the G’s at? |
| Throw your hands up |
| Stand up |
| Give me feed back |
| Where the G’s at? |
| Where them true MC’s at? |
| Guess who stepped through? |
| Royce |
| (He's back) |
| I’m a problem to these little niggas ain’t I ma? |
| I’m prettier than you are honey, how vein am I? |
| Which lane am I? |
| I can do whatever style |
| I’m a mixture between Old Jeezy & 7 Mile |
| Let them bow to the devil’s son, heaven’s child |
| I’m the present, now and naw, I ain’t tryin' to reconcile (nope) |
| All I’m tryin' to say is, what you been eatin' |
| I’m takin' til you lookin' like the '07 Kevin Liles |
| This a new day |
| But I ain’t here to shoot you up |
| I’m sayin', not the new Dre and I’m the new Kurupt |
| Machine gun flow |
| Run and put the two two up |
| Tell the label to throw the tutu on you when they suit you up |
| Here they come yo |
| Soundin' like the booth blew up |
| Every time I rhyme you have to come and wipe the poo poo up |
| This is that |
| Light out |
| Bring them bikes out |
| White boys bring them spikes out |
| I goes in |
| Where the G’s at? |
| Throw your hands up, stand up |
| Give me feedback |
| Where the G’s at? |
| Where the true MC’s at? |
| Guess who stepped through |
| Royce |
| (He's back) |
| A lot of speculation on a nigga’s reputation |
| I better state that I don’t hesitate to set it straight |
| D Twizzy, them my niggas I don’t ever hate |
| We can do a song for the cheddar date, set a date |
| And I ain’t never fake |
| Always real always feel |
| Sicker than whoever you feel is always ill |
| But I ain’t sorry, chill |
| I ain’t come from Sorryville |
| I’m from the land of banana clips and Ferrari peels |
| Off leavin' a cloud of smoke the child is dope |
| The man is crack and I’m demandin' my advantage back (yes) |
| And it’s that simple |
| Your man is back sinful |
| My bitch icey, nicety as Janet Jack Central |
| Here they come yo |
| Drum roll |
| Only one flow |
| Son know |
| And it’s the reason you don’t want «Whoa» |
| This is that lights out |
| Bring them bikes out |
| Whites boys… |
| Y’all know the rest |