Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dinner Guest, artist - Sheek Louch. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dinner Guest |
| Guess whos coming to dinner. |
| mighty D-block |
| Guess whos coming to dinner. |
| mighty mighty D-Block |
| D-Block- oh-oh-oh-oh D- block |
| (louder, louder, yeh, Don Don) |
| Okay I lyrically ejaculate |
| I come on tracks go ‘head and hate |
| Go inside, run and hide |
| Coz this gon boost the murder rate |
| Flying with the long behind me |
| Nickel plate, extra shiny |
| Got this woman on my tip like they name is Tiny |
| Every hood, light is up, dark liquor, plastic cup |
| Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like what the fuck |
| Porsche turbo, yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew |
| Rosé, feet up, deuce deuce in my shoe |
| Ten years on radio, ten years on mixtapes |
| Did deals with everybody, even survived the Puff rape |
| Now I’m all bossed up, watch all glossed up |
| D block, we hard in the streets, put your signs up |
| (aha, the one and only, the mighty might) |
| Money ain’t shit to me, respect means more to me |
| We define loyalty |
| This is rap royalty |
| Let the fo five off, live for, die for |
| Hustle is my first love, and the streets my side ho |
| Haze then im back to sour |
| Okay im back in power |
| Business man nine to five, hooligan after hours |
| Ain’t nobody to compare to what we contribute |
| The bars is like the possession, with intent to distribute |
| My hand, wrist, ears and neck laid |
| Nothing but straight fire for a decade |
| Im in the polo rounds, polo down |
| Feelin like when Tony put Manolo down |
| Ya all know who control the town |
| This is for my Looters and shooters |
| With them deserts, and rugars and lugers |
| Who was newest to beat, talk to us, huh? |
| I got ‘em don don, fully black armani yan (?) |
| Mi not play wit dem facey boys, shut it down |
| Keep my barrel spinnin, thats why ratty warm |
| Have you marked for death, you’re whole family gone |
| Got em pounds of thatgreen we call it the Hawks |
| D- Block, one time, we call it new york |
| Get money, hit honeys on the regular |
| Bully stay in peoples ear like a cellular |
| Now the World and your girl they all know my name |
| Got em Trey Songing, Bullys insane |
| Never been to Yonkers before neither enterpreneur |
| And im a monster for sure |
| Like Godzilla |
| Shoot is on your death, cut ya deck like a card dealer |
| Puffin on the lies, spent a buck at the car dealer |
| They tryna say d block is negative |
| Any rapper breathing is breathing cause we let em live |
| I can tell you why these soft suckas mad at me |
| They can see I got every kind of flags with me |
| Honor flags,? |
| flags, game flags |
| Its a d block, everywhere we bangs at |
| Money long, run long, bullets long |
| Word to your hood, if you got a hood, put it on |