Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here I , by - SelauRelease date: 23.08.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here I |
| Fancy bet I’m from these streets |
| Come holla no metter what at you |
| So tell me what you gonna do-gonna do |
| When my nigga Mess come for you |
| (*Talking over chorus*) |
| What you gon do nigga |
| Come on my nigga, what you gon do |
| Nigga shitter get off the shitter, mayne |
| KnowI’mTalkinBout, yeah |
| When I go to the club, I don’t need I. D |
| Me and my niggas walk straight to the V.I.P |
| I need twelve bottles of that Grey Goose Vodka |
| I don’t want you bitch, I wanna fuck ya potna |
| I’m a gangsta ass nigga, hoes call me a dog |
| I’m havin money motherfucker, I’ma floss and ball |
| The only nigga in the party with a Uzi baby |
| Pardon me miss, excuse me baby |
| But your boy smoke weed like Cypress Hill |
| I’m on dope nigga and about four of them good pills |
| With a few of my men, five hundred in the lot |
| Lil' niggas on the turf, with Ben & Jerry’s on the spot |
| Mess spend money like it’s runnin out of style |
| Hit King Kays and drink all the Crystal |
| It’s about thirty thousand in the club with me |
| I’m from the streets, these my niggas, they dont fuck with me |
| For real |
| They see me when I pull and jump out the five |
| Like after all that shit, that lil' nigga still alive |
| Shit, I’m from the eighty’s, I’m a dinosaur |
| And I’m into beef nigga, I’m a carnivore |
| I’m a made motherfucker, I don’t tuck my ice |
| I flirt with death lil' nigga this my life |
| Preach told me never let the money make you nervous |
| If you scared motherfucker go to Sunday Service |
| I got rid of the Scraper and sold the Lex |
| Got like eleven mo' rifles and ten mo' tecs |
| Just opened the duffle that I staff from 9−8 |
| Blue bottle blocka make sure mine’s eight |
| I run a machine, y’all on that new shit |
| I’m with that Crip and that Blood and that red and that blue shit |
| Bout three in the mornin with no bodyguards with me |
| I’m from the streets, these my niggas, they don’t fuck with me |
| For real |
| (*Talking*) |
| Huh, huh, hahaha |
| I been sayin though man, you niggas see me, man |
| Pullin up to the liquor store bouncin out somethin exotic |
| Man, real colorful, real colorful though around the neck |
| And around the wrist, uh-huh uh-huh |
| It’s me red bone bitch in the passenger seat |
| I got that heat man, but these is my niggas |
| Richmond, Vallejo, Sacramento, Oakland |
| San Jose, San Francisco, nigga I am the Bay, I am in |