Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Onion Head , by - Sean Price. Release date: 21.11.2005
Song language: English
Onion Head |
| Stupid motherfuckers! |
| Let’s rhyme nigga! |
| (Brownsville!) |
| Teach y’all niggas how to rhyme! |
| Yeah, Felonious Munk! |
| (P!) |
| Let’s go! |
| Yo, ayo! |
| Bitch harm me, the Swiss army knife in my hand |
| Know this shit corny, but it can end the life of ya' fam |
| Niggas know Sean nice with the hands |
| Watch me punch up your face, dig in your pockets, leave you right where you |
| stand |
| Got a… dime bitch that live in Japan |
| Black belt, suck dick, chop bricks with her hand |
| Arigato, Sean Price slick like El Gato |
| Three piece suit in the booth, ain’t shit cute |
| Might… smack off half your smile |
| Go to court with a suit, smack the other half after trial |
| Plead the fifth, y’all niggas better plead the eighth |
| Don’t leave your face fucked up, now your niece is raped |
| I’m buggin', E pills, mushrooms, and dust |
| Got that nigga Sean P in the mood to bust |
| Sean P, the motherfucking all-time great |
| New York to NC nigga, the all-rhyme state |
| From, coast to coast, he traveled the land |
| Left footprints in grains of sand |
| It’s… Sean P! |
| He showed you the force the magnum deliver |
| In his presence, phony rappers’ll shiver |
| It’s… Sean P! |
| At 6'1″, weighin' an even 200 |
| Lord help you if he double stacked up and blunted |
| It’s… Sean P! |
| Underrated, best in the game |
| Allow me to tell these onion heads, what’s ya' name |
| Sean P! |
| Motherfuckers ain’t as nice as me, and if they is, they woulda been Sean |
| That’s fucked up for you, you shoulda been on |
| Grabbin' the gin, drunk rappers need to grab up a pen |
| Write some ill shit nigga, then let the madness begin |
| Rhymin' for 'do, no money pa, rhymin' for dough |
| No partners, just P, highlightin' the show |
| Niggas said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreads |
| But I’m the nicest nigga out duke, fuck what you said |
| Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone |
| So when I punch you in the head, the shit’ll dent up your dome |
| Niggas runnin' up, askin' 'bout Rock |
| I’ll send yo' ass to heaven, Motherfucker ask God about 'Pac |
| Ask about B.I.G., motherfucker ask about Pun |
| Gangsta rappers can’t fight, so they rap about guns |
| (One, one, one…) |
| From, coast to coast, he traveled the land |
| Left footprints in grains of sand |
| It’s… Sean P! |
| He showed you the force the magnum deliver |
| In his presence, phony rappers’ll shiver |
| It’s… Sean P! |
| At 6'1″, weighin' an even 200 |
| Lord help you if he double stacked up and blunted |
| It’s Sean P! |
| Underrated, best in the game |
| Allow me to tell these onion heads, what’s ya' name |
| Sean P! |
| It’s… Sean P! |
| It’s… Sean P! |
| Even 200 |
| «All together now» |
| Stacked up and blunted |
| It’s Sean P! |
| Best in the game |