Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Been Doin This, artist - RYU. Album song Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
Been Doin This |
Rest in peace Guru |
'Nuff respect Preem |
Pour out a little more liquor |
Rest in peace Redeem |
We’re gon' do it for your memory |
Blunts, a bunch of Hennessy, drunk |
Like we used to get back when I was 17 |
Dipping down Alamo in a jet black Lex |
By any means necessary trying to get that check |
Taking 40s to the head like there ain’t no end |
They say we going to prison, I might wind up dead |
We got the last laugh, 'cause we never half-ass shit |
I’m not Rakim but I can make 'em clap to this |
So ro-roll it up, take a puff, pass that spliff |
Try to teach you how to stunt |
But that class you skipped |
It wasn’t ever about the money, all about the respect |
You ain’t a king just because you getting royalty checks |
If that’s the case I should be draped in diamonds and velvet |
With a cape like the fucking second coming of Elvis |
I ain’t new to this |
I make your fun stop as soon as it starts |
Yeah, I’mma ruin it |
Gun punk cock |
With the blood clot, liquor shot |
Pass us a rock |
Take a break from the foolishness |
Bitch, I’ve been doing this |
(Hard) |
Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo |
D-E-F to my death |
(Hard) |
Ryu, the R-Y-U |
Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes |
(Hard) |
Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts |
Got a death wish? |
I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips |
(Hard) |
Ryu, with a rusty TEC |
Am I the best? |
Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes |
Everybody looking at me when I step on the set |
I’m always going nine-eleven, hope you never forget |
They had it coming to 'em boy, I ain’t got no regrets |
I only use a straight razor never ever Gillette |
It’s like a pack of ketchup exploding from the neck up |
You need a Black & Decker, we’re gonna clean the mess up |
I tried to tell 'em I was coming but they chose to ignore me |
Maybe next time they learn to pay attention to warnings |
You geeks, I rock khakis with a cuff and a crease |
Wildelife, we get it quacking like a gaggle of geese |
You damn right that’s us, we on the cusp of greatness |
They told me to show my cards but I’m holding all aces |
Basically I’m telling you to tell your crew to beat it |
'Cause this is what I do pour 'em margaritas |
So you can get the penis if you wanna see styles |
I guarantee Divine got the grim reaper on speed dial |
You’re new to this |
I make your fun stop as soon as it starts |
Yeah, I’mma ruin it |
Gun punk cock |
With the blood clot, liquor shot |
Pass us a rock |
Take a break from the foolishness |
Bitch, I’ve been doing this |
(Hard) |
Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo |
D-E-F to my death |
(Hard) |
Ryu, the R-Y-U |
Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes |
(Hard) |
Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts |
Got a death wish? |
I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips |
(Hard) |
Ryu, with a rusty TEC |
Am I the best? |
Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes |
People 'round town talking this and that |
Asking where the hell I’ve been and will I ever come back |
I’ve been doing this, so I ain’t got no time to relax |
Thought I was through with it, then I relapsed |
Yeah, I was higher than a stewardess |
Started sticking needles in the groove again |
Had to go to rehab so I could quit the music biz |
True spit, I was sick of that shit |
I want to shake an executive like a red nose pit |
I put the past behind me, now I’m back on my grind |
I been keeping it one hundred, but I’m stuck in the 90s |
Check the resumé, the truth burn your retina like it’s pepper spray |
Fucking A, my name’s Ryu they call you whatshisface |
Haters on my dick, they ain’t ever got enough to say |
But like a volcano they really hope I don’t erupt today |
Batter your sensei, the honkey el jefe |
You flavors of the moment come and see me in a decade |
You’re new to this |
I make your fun stop as soon as it starts |
Yeah, I’mma ruin it |
Gun punk cock |
With the blood clot, liquor shot |
Pass us a rock |
Take a break from the foolishness |
Bitch, I’ve been doing this |
(Hard) |
Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo |
D-E-F to my death |
(Hard) |
Ryu, the R-Y-U |
Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes |
(Hard) |
Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts |
Got a death wish? |
I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips |
(Hard) |
Ryu, with a rusty TEC |
Am I the best? |
Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes |