Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fake Neptune , by - Sean Price. Release date: 21.11.2005
Song language: English
Fake Neptune |
| R-U-C too hard for me |
| Pa you see you hardly me |
| Disrespect anyone, no pardon me |
| Any time you set it off, you can start with me |
| R-U-C too hard for me |
| Pa you see you hardly me |
| Disrespect anyone, no pardon me |
| Any time you set it off, you can start with me |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| Meanwhile, nigga, back at the ranch |
| Smokin' a spliff with this bitch tryin' unfasten her pants |
| P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol |
| Victoria Secret, bitch, Caribbean mango |
| Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo |
| Pull down my pants so she can let the brains blow |
| Heh, I had to find that funny |
| Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, bitch |
| How you gonna shit on me? |
| After I let you shit on me, freaky deaky |
| Nowadays I had it up to here |
| Don’t make me fuck around and cut you here, listen |
| All things Sean Price, four wings, fried rice |
| Nigga, duck sauce, who the fuck the boss? |
| Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lie |
| Unless the, judge is wack and the jury is jive |
| Uh, old school style, Furious Five |
| Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff yo' ass |
| On a, world tour with Muhammad my man |
| In a piece of shit truck smelling like vomit and ham |
| Now when the coochie smell bad but the shorty look good |
| What the fuck a nigga supposed to say? |
| Tell me if I like to do a little rap, but money don’t stack |
| Tell me how a nigga supposed to get paid |
| Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I’m stuck in this shit |
| Rappers either bending over, or riding dicks |
| Check 'em, down and dirty niggas stuck in the ditch |
| Gorillas in the mist, tuckin' a fifth, oh |
| It’s like a, switch from Crys' to malt liquor and |
| Colt 45 on the hittin' hand sittin' |
| If you can’t stand the heat, get out the kitchen |
| It’s either you wit' it or you all around bitching |
| Pop pop, what happened to that boy? |
| He got popped, got rocked by a real McCoy |
| I was fucking his broad, she was filled with joy |
| She said, «Let's go half on a girl or boy» |
| I said, «Not me the cock be have you talking crazy |
| You cool and all but I pass, baby baby» |
| To all my Queensmen and Brookmen |
| Crookmen, if you ever looked out, then good looking |
| A nigga pray that we stay away from the bookings |
| 'Cause, any kid get locked up, to another Brooklyn |
| Avenues and streets, boulevards I creep |
| Until every fucking dollar bill meet, yo |
| R-U-C too hard for me |
| Pa you see you hardly me |
| Disrespect anyone, no pardon me |
| Any time you set it off, you can start with me |
| R-U-C too hard for me |
| Pa you see you hardly me |
| Disrespect anyone, no pardon me |
| Any time you set it off, you can start with me |
| Yo, a lotta niggas rhyme, some of y’all nice |
| Some sound the same, but not Sean Price (P) |
| The O.D.B. |
| of the B.C.C |
| I’m David, Ruffin, save it it’s nothing, no |
| Need for acceptance, no need for applause |
| All you need is the gauze, when you bleeding of course |
| Of course, I ain’t playin' no more |
| Fuck holding back, fuck I’m saving it for? |
| Get busy, bisexual burners, both ways with the biscuit |
| Hit, niggas and bitches, and occasionally infants |
| Yo, save it man |
| Tricks are for kids, bitch, David Blaine |
| R-U-C too hard for me |
| Pa you see you hardly me |
| Disrespect anyone, no pardon me |
| Any time you set it off, you can start with me |
| R-U-C too hard for me |
| Pa you see you hardly me |
| Disrespect anyone, no pardon me |
| Any time you set it off, you can start with me |