Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What I'm Talkin' Bout, artist - Sam King. Date of issue: 14.12.2014
Song language: English
What I'm Talkin' Bout |
| It seems that |
| I don’t even know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
| You don’t even know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
| You don’t even know what you’re talkin' 'bout |
| I’m 'bout to show you, quote that I told you |
| That I know just what I’m talkin' bout |
| Real G’s move in silence, filet mignon |
| 'Bout to show you who your dad is, filet your mom |
| Eight ball in my socket, it’s hoppin', but it ain’t no problem |
| Big tree in your leaf and you’re chiefin', but it ain’t no chron' |
| That’s stupid, the fuck you on? |
| My movement |
| What city you claimin'? |
| Las Vegas |
| I never been asked to prove it |
| Where all they know is «get dollars» |
| «Fuck them hoes and get faded» |
| You’ll never find yourself played out |
| If you got me on your playlist, the fuck you talkin'? |
| Born in the city, where my dad was a leader |
| He was the king of the rebels, he was the king of the people |
| The people placin' up on him, the people greasin' up on him |
| You see me eatin' on songs, you see me movin' along |
| And that’s progress, put a thousand in her bra strap |
| Now every time she cashin' out |
| She want me to hold onto all that rent |
| Hopin' that I have, matter fact |
| Bring the whole damn thing plus a half |
| Who gon' swing when the king in they path? |
| Ball so hard, beast named Sam |
| Sister named Summer, the Summer of Sam |
| We killin' our city, my family went L.A.M |
| That’s live as a motherfucker, bitch, don’t switch |
| Same people in my clique and my clique still clickin', like ugh |
| I don’t even know what I’m gon' say, treat a bitch like I’m O. J |
| One glove, we could role play |
| Choke her out 'til Jerry tell me that I’m in the sin, it’s okay |
| Every day’s a fuckin' show day |
| I’m a baller, so you know I had to come up with the crowd dunk |
| I’m with the Buff Nerds, flexin' on a loud punk |
| If Hip-Hop is dead, they haven’t found us |
| We built it from the ground up |
| I ain’t playin' no more, don’t know what the fuck the game is |
| Mike Jack cause I’m dangerous |
| Strangest faces rearrangin' any time they hatin' |
| Verbal exchanges, verse heinous |
| Niggas outrageous if they thinkin' they could take us |
| If you really thinkin' that you feelin' that courageous |
| Step into the cages, your species 'bout to be endangered |
| I promise I got it, SK, please don’t trip |
| Cause you know that we killin' these niggas |
| If they want a feature then send us them benjis |
| You know that we billin' these niggas |
| I won’t sign no dotted line, no, I ain’t got the time |
| I cannot deal with these niggas |
| Every track I make I’m pitchin' that heat |
| Bitch, I swear that I always crush ill on these niggas, whoo! |