Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Go, artist - Sheek Louch. Album song Life on D-Block & Hard as Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Let's Go |
Let’s go! |
Yeah, yeah, ohhhhh-whoa |
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa |
Ohhhhh-whoa, let’s go! |
Just wanna have fun, just wanna laugh hard |
Passed out in the front yard or the back yard |
Have me a ball right, stayed up all night |
Thinkin to myself that the party was all right |
Woke up with a hangover, who called the gang over? |
Porsche, Corvette, Tahoe and the Range Rover |
Pulled up in my driveway |
I’m stuck so I look at 'em sideways |
I need about an hour or less |
To eat somethin then, run and take a shower and get fresh |
Yeah, and then, all day long we on the hunt for the money |
And, all night long we on the hunt for the money |
Late night, probably in the club with a honey |
She said make it rain, but she can’t get nothin from me |
Let the roof burn, I bet tomorrow night it’d be sunny |
Can you dig it? |
Said a joke but she ain’t think it was funny, y’know? |
In the club girl (yeah) V.I.P. |
and (yeah) |
Poppin bottles (yeah) Hennessy and (yeah) |
LET’S GO! |
Ohhhhh-whoa |
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa |
On a island (yeah) jet-skiin (yeah) |
Me and you girl (yeah) for the weekend (yeah) |
LET’S GO! |
Ohhhhh-whoa |
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa |
Big pimpin, big pimpin, yeahhhh |
I just wanna get me a cup, go and sticky it up |
For the young boys, blicky it up |
Where the after party? |
Know I got the piff in the truck |
I’m a man stuck, and I’m the one that’s gettin them up |
But I’m tired, can’t shake that last cup |
Said the cops is comin, that’ll wake that ass up |
Back to the block just to make that fast buck |
Then I’m in the studio spittin them bars |
I ain’t talkin 'bout coffee but I’m gettin them (Star-bucks) |
Used to be, in and out of jail, you could blame it on hard luck |
But now I’m doin good, it’s the gangster that God trust |
Picture me up in the big crib |
(Party and Bullshit) just like Big did |
Sure then, hard y’know, just like a skid bid |
Why you think they scared of me up in the business? |
And when I go out, it’s to party and dance |
Don’t you think about the heat, it’s just part of the pants |
Cause I come from the streets where e’rybody is amped |
So my man talk to 'em, give 'em a chance |
See, I need two more Hennessy shots, bartender |
Two more shots of Patrn to get up in her |
Ohhhhh-whoa (ha ha, we takin shots) |
Ohhhhh-whoa, to get up in her like |
One for the money, two for the dough |
Three for the DJ, fo' for the TKO-ohhhhhh |
Ohhhhh-whoa, ohhhhh-whoa |