Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nia Long, artist - Shredders. Album song Dangerous Jumps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.11.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Nia Long |
| Snatch a piece and I’m never giving it back |
| Hold it up and keep waving it |
| Shoulder rubbing with aliens |
| Pick a poison or potion and stick with that |
| Knuckle up for the mania, buckle up it’s nuts |
| Weaving in and out of Stevens |
| In a mint Miata, fucked |
| Back seat in pajamas |
| Tryna find a store that’s opened up |
| Toss my last few dollars on the counter |
| Cop the stuff and rush |
| Find some middle 80's mom tush, full bush |
| Yep, soaked to the bone, full brain |
| Keep your shit, got my own |
| Own some kids 'til they own up |
| Some cigs 'til they smoked |
| Couple kicks 'til they beat |
| Diggin chicks if they uh… |
| Wake up, shit, you’re dreamin' I think |
| I mean you’re clearly asleep |
| You bout to peel the skin up clear to the meat |
| I’m here to defeat, it’s them or it’s me |
| I mean it’s me against me |
| I don’t think about y’all anymore |
| Yeah, Yeah |
| I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man) |
| Yeah, I’m kinda feelin' like the man right now (I'm kinda feelin' like the man |
| right now) |
| I’ve got to be the most raddest |
| Grew it all from organic |
| Got some green for my salad |
| Y’all just a bunch of GMOs |
| I don’t mean ya no malice |
| I just paint with my palette |
| It’s still No Kings in this palace |
| Let 'em know how I built my home |
| I wake up in the morning and big up myself |
| Plane now boarding, level up myself |
| I stay touring, ante up, what else? |
| What else? |
| What else? |
| I pull up in the same whip |
| Bumpin' my new shit |
| This is your brain on drugs |
| Everybody showin' love |
| Everybody showin' love |
| Come on stop it |
| I am out of mind and full of topics |
| Put a rhyme on any beat and rock it |
| Andy, he a heavy chopper |
| Hit 'em, leave 'em spinnin' like a helicopter |
| To be honest I’m a problem |
| Weighin' out my options, gettin' kinda heavy |
| Gotta pick which weight I’m watchin' |
| Never listen to 'em gossip column |
| Jockin' all the same styles |
| Walking in the midst of the mild I get wild |
| …Meanwhile |
| Yeah, Yeah |
| I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man) |
| Uh huh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m kinda feelin' like the man right now (I'm kinda feelin' like the man right |
| now) |
| Uh huh, everybody showin' love |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man) |
| Uh huh |
| Yeah, I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man) |
| Everybody showin' love |
| I wanna shoot some like, fuckin' fake guns but my only good gun sound is |
| Bup! |
| Bup! |