Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hardess Ni**a Out , by - Sean Price. Release date: 01.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Hardess Ni**a Out |
| P! |
| Ha ha |
| Uhh, let’s go |
| Yeah, P beat up the beat, bastard |
| Reach for my heat and sleep deep in the green pasture |
| Mean rapper, fuck is you lookin' at? |
| Fuck a autograph nigga, Ruck is a crooked cat |
| Uhh, look at that. |
| Where you get them pants from? |
| Uhh, look at that. |
| Where you get that dance from? |
| Pssh! |
| I don’t dance for niggas |
| I take trips, flip shit, and advance on niggas |
| This is anti-bitch boy, whack niggas fall back |
| This is the verse that niggas could never call whack |
| The illest nigga in Nebraska, I’m Method Man |
| Clown nigga, yellow leather, weapon fam |
| Uhh, and I smoke a lot too |
| Coke on black shirts make polka dots, troop |
| Ha ha, y’all get it later |
| P-Body the great, but it get greater |
| Fuck wit' me! |
| Yo, listen |
| Uhh, slap when the sket blow |
| Bum-ass nigga, no snaps on the petrol |
| I’m a Mastercard, pa, you just a Metro |
| Straight train fare, I’m not believin your chain-wear |
| Coke blow, nose glow, nigga no reindeer |
| On my grind, sometimes I be rockin' (I be rockin') |
| Step to your home, big sket, weapon is chrome |
| No slot, «6 Minutes» Doug E. Fresh on the phone |
| Listen, gat be quick, gat be nimble |
| You strapped but you whack cause you sat wit’cha back to the window |
| I’m Chow Yun-fat rap, gat to your temple (Bong!) |
| Stay in your lane, lame, plain and simple (yes) |
| I dedicate this to the 85'ers |
| Wholeheartedly ham stage divin' Mercedes drivers |
| Whoo! |
| I will pop you, black |
| The big head scientist writin', this that Yakub rap |
| See you in hell! |
| P! |