Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conant Gardens, artist - Slum Village. Album song Fantastic, Vol. 2.10, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ne'Astra
Song language: English
Conant Gardens |
Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens |
(Motown) We getting shit started |
If you every hear us say McNic, Nic |
It’s going down like that range rover |
When ladies see you they catch the love hang over |
Day or a night if you wanna stay over |
You better have the will to bend over and take. |
Off your clothes in time |
Conqueror, come back to give some of that old |
Pictual, actual, factual; |
Let Mac’ll bring you the raw |
With gigantic loads that my people come to love |
Azurite, get down with it |
Can’t fathom these brothers fantastic |
Uh, I heard you cry when I dipped that ass in some plastic |
How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards |
Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions |
Fascists, because we turn this rap shit into something tragic |
I didn’t wanna have to put you in some action |
Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it? |
See, I cause havoc like a loaded automatic. |
How do you like me now nigga, you know my style say word |
I’m from the city where we’re known for slangin' pounds of herb |
Getting dough is a must, and it’s the money making its |
Yo, the never faking its creating shit that’s taking your ho |
After the show you know I step up in the place. |
…when I step up in the place |
Mind is not strong enough, to hold me back |
The tools you lack, the skills you deal |
Lyrics to kill, cars to deal |
Cops to peel, image too real! |
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it. |
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on. |
Do it, do it, do it, come on, come on, do it do it. |
Back again from the bank baby, counting my change |
Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings |
Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash |
Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas |
If you ask, you might catch me. |
…You might catch me in my rental |
Won’t catch me in tinted windows |
Might catch me on residentals |
Or various instrumentals and yo. |
Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo. |
You need to lo and behold these innuendos |
Its just the fine talk |
Mac’ll come with tracks, you relaxe-d |
My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh |
I hope you feel me like you feel your past-or |
…What do you ??? |
And you so used to bab-bl-ing |
See it dont matter cause we mas-tered this rap shit |
Pockets get madder cause its hitting so imma-culate |
You like the way it goes down when S attacks-it |
It will get tragic when the S is on the mission. |
…The S is on a mission again |
So listen, relax take a seat in the place |
It’s living, living up to expectations and still |
Ripping, With rhymes and filling the chrome |
Dipping, Cruising the neighborhood is just local |
Pimping |
As for my memory, we were meant to be |
I am the soul Melchizedek, from the D |
Role of the world, ever see, who got the Key |
Its gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S |
Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens |
Motown, we getting shit started |
We don’t stop, nahh we don’t quit. |
We just do it, do it, do it, do it do it |
Come on, come on, come on, come on |
Yo, yo, yo. |
I know this, because Tyler knows this… |