Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lo Horsemen, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Rugby Thompson, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2012
Record label: Cinematic, High Times
Song language: English
Lo Horsemen |
Thirstin Howl the III |
Polo reeking |
My double L’s always been tatted on my heart, it’s evident |
I represent the evolution, so evolve or dissolve, it’s what it is right now. |
NYM Lo |
Hello to all, LO it all |
LO the hat, shirt, pants, LO the drawers |
LO the socks then LO the boots |
It’s horses in the V too, I guess you say we LO’d the coupe |
VROOM! |
I’m a horseman for real my nigga |
I cops out like I made a deal my nigga |
Know three things, I am vet and I am fresh |
So when you see a nigga draped in all L, know that I am next |
You never get that, just sit back |
You know when I’m in denim supply, niggas feelin' so alive |
Or at the crap table making bets on Black Label |
RLX and double RL too, matter of fact |
We the RL cartel crew and I’m heavy with the animals, barbell zoo |
They don’t call me NYM Lo for nothing |
Do you see a nigga stuntin' |
Causin' mayhem in my Lauren as I George Kush the button |
Yeah, one L, still means nothin' without the other |
The double L |
Dipped like a mannequin from seven deuce and Madison |
Snow beachin heavy classic, items known for matchin' them |
My outfits speak so loud that one could interact with 'em |
So say I’m dressed to kill, see niggas even clap for them |
Clap for what these polo items that I got |
It’s no mystery, it’s history, East Brooklyn lick a shot (blaow!) |
Rep two Ls, drop jew-els, rep 2 Ls |
And shine like the jewels I drop in shirts that’s hot, uh |
Graphic prints, US mints, lo silk |
Keep it under the tints, picture me rollin' |
Pockets probably swolen, plus I’m possibly holdin' |
Fuck bronze and silver, dog, my dress code is golden. |
What? |
Yeah, yeah |
Hey yo, the team is official, son |
We got some double L athletes |
Right, it’s the Horsemen |
Ric, Arn, Ole and Tully |
Little horse on my skully, all the hood rats love me |
Like Lo sweat suits, one time for my nephew |
Light a nine gram bomber for my little nigga Delli (rest in peace) |
Sip some Riesling, been lowed up since my feet swing |
And my p wing like it’s a G thing |
Two Ls nigga, we in the house, Rugby, decent amount |
Denim bought to you by Rachel and Ralph |
Shit we be on it, bullshit don’t wanna speak on it |
Smellin' like that green bottle with the three on it |
Make bitches wanna get next to you, smokin' on that extraterrestrial |
Watch wear, oyster perpetual nigga |
Turn the lights out |
Polo sport jerseys when it’s nice out |
Three series with the transparent top (where'd it go?) |
Lo to the socks, what’s the hatin' about? |
Got nothin' else to say, OG, take 'em out |
Let them hate, Smoke |
Everything they hate, they bitches love, know what I mean? |
They never knew how to understand why niggas is so fly |
Lo Life forever |
My Ls is my wings |
Like I said before, I ain’t fly no more |
I’m skydiving status |
Throw me off the plane, that’s how Lo Lifes do |
From the eighty eight greats |
To the rest in peace to the lates |
From now and then |
Always, to the end |
Cause we are the beginning once again |
L for life, L for life |
My Ls for life |