Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hellucination, artist - Smif-N-Wessun. Album song Hellucination b/w Home Sweet Home, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.06.2013
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Hellucination |
| Sitting on the toilet, shitting, puffing the dough |
| Strobe light effect, everything’s moving slow |
| Slip into a deep zone, the sound of the phone bring me home |
| Stagger to my feet and motion toward the phone |
| A-yo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition |
| There’s money to bait and I’m in the mood to go fishing |
| Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass |
| My hand been itching all day, fiending for the cash |
| Do what you gotta do cos I’m on my way in the car |
| Cos when I get there yo we audi like tomorrow |
| (Right right easy) |
| Now I’m off to the south, to get more info on this dough I heard about |
| Gotta make sure everything’s secure |
| Can’t let me and my man let these Grants slip past our hands |
| The man’s out heavy today |
| I hope they don’t try to get in the way of our pay |
| Damn, already high noon, the man’s out |
| Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce |
| Grabbed the fatigues, strapped on the generals |
| Proper attire for all criminals |
| Blazed up the clip, load up the four-fifth |
| If a bwoy riff, leave a body dem stiff |
| Who dem man there gwan rap pon my door? |
| Disturb me at work, on the low dub four |
| A-yo it’s me |
| (Who that?) |
| S-T what up, G? |
| (Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety) |
| A-yo kid it smells like fresh grown cess |
| Let’s twist up some trees 'fore we jet |
| True, you know we keep a fat sack of sensi |
| Even though you know it make our pockets go empty |
| Well all that’s about to be solved in a few minutes |
| So whenever we finish we gon' bag up this spinach |
| Easier said than done, peep the 4−1-1 |
| The dread around the corner just tried to blast Ruck and dun |
| I knew it, bad vibes flowing like fluid |
| Forget about the dough, let’s do it |
| I see you already strapped, pa |
| So I’ll meet you outside cos my gat’s back in the car |
| How far must one go |
| Before I throw his whole entire life right out the window |
| (talking) |
| Him a dead bwoy and him don’t even know |
| (Yo he looks like the dread that hooked us up on the low) |
| What you say, fly? |
| (Thinking out loud, just caught me in the zone) |
| (I'll tell you all about it on the way home) |
| Whatever, I’mma send this nigga to his essence |
| Fucking with the fam you know he gotta learn a lesson |
| And you know he ain’t even yardie, right? |
| Some bwoy gwan get dead tonight |
| As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from the cannabis |
| Niggas 'bout to get scandalous |
| (talking and gunshots) |
| Gotta be gone on the double |
| I think I seen 'em all tumble, but on the left there’s trouble |
| Undercover had this build staked out |
| Watching the whole thing go down, yo it’s time to break out |
| The four-fifth as I shift and drive |
| Cos every man here might not leave alive |
| Son why you stalling? |
| Hop on the ball and |
| Get us outta here before we be the next fallen |
| Right now, this whole shit is bugged, we the thugs |
| Yet the beast coming up showing niggas love |
| Took our burners, gave a dap, let us bounce |
| Now it’s back to the dog house to smoke the next ounce |
| (talking) |
| Who could believe them beast left us alone |
| And took the chrome that’s in one of our own back home |
| And not only that kid, check how money that we just did |
| Was that connect for the cash |
| Them pigs must have had dibs for the stash |
| Now ain’t that some shit for your ass |
| True say I never liked his pretty ass anyway |
| But that shit with the pigs cold made my day |
| Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast |
| Even watch for them ones so called the beast |
| But anyway, you know we high right now |
| Doing it like this, the original crook style |