Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battering Bars , by - Sean Price. Release date: 01.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Battering Bars |
| Nah mean |
| This is great, having fun |
| Ha ha, yeah, P! |
| What you say nigga? |
| Fuck outta here |
| Listen, P! |
| It go, beast mode, I live by the street code |
| I beat foes the fuck up when the heat blows |
| Don’t talk crazy on cell phones |
| Workers get ten off a buck like hell no |
| Hell yeah! |
| I am that dude |
| Went bald, sell drugs, rapper with an attitude |
| Punch niggas through pizza shop windows |
| Red devil dust mixed with a little indo |
| Sean P, call me Kimbo |
| On drugs paranoid, who’s lookin through my window |
| My nerves bad |
| English class failure, nigga my words bad |
| You herbs had your chance, it’s my time |
| Serial killer theme music is my rhyme |
| In my prime, I’m a primate |
| Ape nigga, when 8 hit ya, that’s my 9 |
| The fuck outta here |
| Yeah, battering bars, pa what’s the matter with y’all |
| Simian twins, me and my friend shatter your squad |
| This is that trunk pop music, make you pull the ratchet out |
| Blood fire heat you up, then pull a casket out |
| I’m who you should ask about |
| I’ll body any rapper, and get my paper back like Random House |
| Put your Henny up, and burn them trees down |
| Butcha laid the beat down, I’m like a beast now |
| You should not speak now, zip your lips God |
| Matter fact, log on to Shhhh Zip-It.com |
| My watch Flud, shirt Lo, kicks Nike Air |
| You’ll never catch me in tight gear with spiked hair |
| Timb’s standard issue, the pimp hand’ll hit you |
| So hard it’ll feel like a camel kicked you |
| I get ends and set trends |
| Roll with smokers that keep Bud on the side, like Rudy’s best friend |
| Niggas talk crazy, like they just popped an ox |
| Come at me and Sean P like that, you’ll get popped and oxed |