Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stocking Cap, artist - Saigon. Date of issue: 25.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stocking Cap |
| You bad? |
| Keep kicking that soldier shit I’ll unload a clip |
| Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG |
| You don’t wanna fight me, hype me up motherfucker and got touched |
| Motherfucker that’s too bad |
| You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug |
| And now you using a doo-doo bag |
| Family first and that’s til the day I’m under the earth, bitch look |
| Yo, I be guzzling the henny and listening to Many Men |
| Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian |
| When 50 say Many Men, wish death 'pon him |
| Feel him cause I know kids that wish they did me in |
| But they couldn’t get me though |
| And now they see me, and Al creep slow |
| For a G in the video |
| And niggas hating our guts, cause they know |
| To the face where they girls probably taking our nuts |
| My name Saigon nigga, I get any chick that I got my eye on nigga |
| Stronger than corn liquor |
| Nah I’m not a battle rapper |
| You talk shit I’ma take this razor and run the shit across your adams apple |
| I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing |
| I’m taller than Yao Ming |
| Peedi Crakk’s mac goes «ring» my mac goes «BLAT» |
| I hit you in your hat take that |
| This gun — And you can get popped with that |
| So bitch run — When I cock it back |
| Cause you know if I cock the gat, I’m a put a few holes in your stocking cap |
| Spit liver, not the kid you want to bother |
| Your mom’s child destiny, well I’ll be her survivor |
| I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa |
| The dirty nigga in school with tools in his locker |
| Can’t forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker |
| Couple of sharp things that’ll send you to see the doctor |
| Who am I — S to the A to the I and |
| When they say I bust that iron, they ain’t lyin |
| Niggas who know me, know |
| Go ask them, say «Sai his gun blow» they say «Oh, for sure» |
| I can tell you mad shit that I did |
| And some shit that I got away with |
| But my lawyers advice me not to say shit |
| To keep shit basic, niggas play sick we can all get ill |
| I’m jacking my man Jay shit |
| If I’m a thug or not I ain’t got to rhyme bout |
| C’mon come fuuck with a nigga and find out |
| This gun — And you can get popped with that |
| So bitch run — When I cock it back |
| Cause you know if I cock the gat, I’m a put a few holes in your stocking cap |