Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gettin' Stronger , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 17.03.2008
Song language: English
Gettin' Stronger |
| L O X gettin stronger |
| D-block gettin stronger |
| Hip-hop gettin stronger |
| Chea, chea, chea, chea |
| Sheek Louch cummin through wavin the 4, 4 |
| Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war |
| Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka |
| Dutchie roled soaked n quevlow gold |
| Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight |
| The house, the bitches, the jewlery |
| Th cars is right |
| The hammer light, titanium |
| I’ll put 3 in ya cranium |
| Like pop, pop, pop |
| Can not stop |
| Now bring it back |
| It yust to be 500 k in the closet |
| Now it’s a couple M’s every time I deposit |
| Tell the young boys it ain’t really nothin, it’s lojik |
| Stack watever you get, don’t spend you got it |
| On top of that stay consistant with your product |
| Don’t matter if it’s just weed, or if it’s norkotic |
| Due time yull be pullin of the lot in something exzotic |
| L O X gettin stronger |
| D-blobk gettin stronger |
| Hip-hop gettin stronger |
| Chea, chea, chea, chea |
| Boss dun-dotta (boss) |
| Dance with the devil |
| Never bought the bitch product (neva) |
| You ain’t gettin notta (notta) |
| Pam won’t light I’m going light it hotta |
| Then a slug from my 4 pound |
| Like sum pretty pussy 1's |
| I’m a tear you all down |
| We can go to war now |
| L.O.X muthaf**ka |
| Rich on a plane |
| Couple bucks n ma trucka |
| Shoot from any wear |
| Like niggas in the rukus |
| Gettin stronga, barral longa |
| Coup shorter, jar of dat water |
| Malinium flow |
| Kamora times 2 |
| Malinium hoe |
| Tatood up dimond cross |
| Hip-hops randy moss |
| Dump the whole clip and toss |
| Hottest group |
| Let the beef loup |
| And we barry you niggas |
| In yo pocket like kiss and jiggas |
| Big money, big car |
| And big cagars |
| L O X gettin stronger |
| D-block gettin stronger |
| Hip-hop gettin stronger |
| Chea, chea, chea, chea |
| Comas, frunaral, |
| Wheelchairs parapaligicks |
| Reel life so you gotta beleave it |
| If you did have a goal |
| Then you gotta acheive it |
| Cause your body stays hear |
| But your soul gotta leave it |
| Square feet, hot wheels |
| 200 bricks 1 shot deels |
| Cause every body down will pop pills |
| It’s hard to top that |
| Point blank the goddest got crack |
| We U P S body parts back |
| I don’t get the newest benz |
| I get the newest house, newest buissness |
| I lerned that from my jewish friend |
| I brake bread with the a-rabs |
| But I’m african |
| So I got doe chillen in the gray calv |
| I could hit u with a hook |
| Or a straight jab |
| Or I could cock it back |
| N shoot you in ya face hag |
| And you no I’m from Y O nigga |
| I got every kind of charger |
| Even the Y O nigga |
| L O X gettin stronger |
| D-block gettin stronger |
| Hip-hop gettin stronger |
| Chea, chea, chea, chea |