Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Comin' , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 17.03.2008
Song language: English
We Comin' |
| New York, Down South, Bay Area |
| I roll on down and look around |
| A lot of muh’fuckers don’t know me now |
| So I cock my pound, pull out my chain |
| Look for a bitch wanna give me brain |
| Let her know I’m really there to sell 'caine |
| If it’s good I could be on that train |
| On that flight, by tonight |
| Long as the dope boy price is right |
| Get up out my way |
| Last time, next time I’ll spray |
| Pop that trunk, Sheek and UNK |
| Tell Montay yo let that bump |
| I ain’t no chump, move over dawg |
| Clear my space out when I walk |
| Elbows thrown, yeah I’m grown |
| I ain’t no king of no microphone |
| I’m the king of my house, king of my son |
| Feel like a king when I’m holdin a gun |
| Ain’t no killer but I’ll vouch you two run |
| Five up in you boy ain’t no fun |
| 'fore they chalk it out |
| Got a little stressed I’ll «Walk It Out» |
| 'fore your ass be dead lyin on the floor, hot ass led |
| White t-shirt be straight up red (YEAH!) |
| Yo! |
| I ain’t gon' lie, I done came out set the world on fire |
| To the top slot couple niggaz got retired |
| Some lost then some got downsized |
| Everybody know me, everybody know thee |
| Oomp Camp, introduce them to the O.C. |
| Ay, why a B wanna try me? |
| See, now you plugged to the IV |
| And, when I’m in N.Y.C. |
| Sheek Louch got the plug, I ride by thee |
| G code, when I’m on the road |
| Connected with the realest that keep the good smoke |
| that pack, nigga where you at? |
| I’m way up front why y’all haters in the back? |
| I’ll tell you that, pop a few tracks |
| Spend a lil' money you’ll get it right back |
| 'Specially when UNK’s on that track |
| It’s Oomp Camp, D-Block, nigga pump it to the max |
| That’s right, niggaz got it now |
| Cuttin, gunnin, nigga lay it down |
| Seven, runnin, niggaz in the ground |
| Money, mo' money, all on my round |
| Get it by the pound, shut the block down |
| Oomp Camp, D-Block, we run this town |
| We comin |
| Geah, don’t stop, get it get it |
| In the South with my Yankee fitted |
| In New York with my Down South rented |
| Hammer cocked but my windows tinted |
| You don’t know me, from one of the three |
| (LOX) hottest groups in history |
| I’m Sheek, Louch, Jadakiss |
| and that’s my homey, S.P. |
| Go go shorty |
| And leave that deadbeat home cause homey pushin 40 |
| He just want a stay, yeah he don’t wanna play |
| Nah, you know what you say? |
| Get get get up out my way |
| I talk what I know, liquor drugs |
| money guns and them thugs |
| Street life, I get it poppin |
| Sheek ain’t home I’m car shoppin |
| 24's, slip up doors |
| Candy paint on all them whores |
| Hold it down, whatever town |
| Play me close and you’ll hear that sound |
| Pow! |
| We comin |