Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foreign Features, artist - Sir Michael Rocks. Date of issue: 01.11.2010
Song language: English
Foreign Features |
| Looking around, everything is mahogany |
| Foreign dishes and women that you’ve never experienced |
| Flying through countries all over the world |
| That you’ve never been to |
| Rare animals and breeds |
| Exotic pets in the crib man |
| I’m in the '95 Lambo, off the handle |
| I was handling the business for big homie |
| While he was in Orlando |
| Gave me the keys to his loft, with the white grand piano |
| He had a tiger-cannibal animal named Rambo |
| Big kitchens, sick chefs, fixing chicken cacciatore |
| This portion of the story is the best |
| For all my niggas with the Polo Rugby with the crest |
| On they chest |
| We used to flex the G-U-E with the double-S |
| Now I want 3D TVs, and a couple sets |
| Of cinnamon crested Lexus' in my assets |
| There’s a short list of things I haven’t had yet |
| Ay, they call me Foreign Features from the dungeons and the depths |
| Concreature, Boldy James said it best |
| When we was sitting back talking 'bout that X6 |
| The live just showed up |
| The weed just showed up |
| The drink just showed up |
| The weed just showed up |
| And that’s when Foreign Features showed up |
| …Wow |
| Just get a look at the luxury |
| Trust me nobody is touching me |
| Just get a look at the luxury |
| Trust me nobody is touching me |
| …Wow |
| Just get a look at the… |
| I’m in the warlock Mercedes, the doors locked |
| You twisting the door knob to Hades |
| If you reach in and you don’t knock |
| The show don’t stop, we don’t pose for no photo-ops |
| Get a load of double F, high hopes his hopes high |
| Sir Michael Rocks is me and I’m him (So we both die) |
| If something were to happen to one lies in the slum |
| That your mind creates, just try and concentrate |
| Bottom line what I’m trying to enunciate is this |
| I’m Foreign Features I’m the teacher of the smart stunna |
| Rolex link, gold chains, all summer |
| I got friends in high places like Paul Bunyan |
| Make your third eye water like raw onions |
| Funds in abundance, giving a tongue kiss to Lauren London |
| Man, don’t let the money become him |
| At nighttime I can wonder what becomes him |
| It’s like games, man put your thumbs in |