Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Nah Play, artist - BanishAlbum song The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
We Nah Play |
Zaga now |
Zaga na ga nah nah nahnow na nahnow… |
Ay |
Cob now |
I said cob now |
I said cob nowaaaahhh… |
Yah lord lord |
I move heads with lines, traffic outta the south |
Kill and not ask’n questions later that’s what we about |
Done with shit I sit on the TV and watch the couch |
Y’all should rap in the mirror and watch what comes outta your mouth |
We the sickest Cali killahs I’ll Without a doubt |
You at the bottom of a pile at a hoarder’s house |
Sorta foul I breath desiese it’s cold madness |
Faggots should all rot in the closet like old jackets |
Bitch’s get it they half ta have it |
Half of em tragic another forty five percent is pass’n off Magic |
And they not Worthy dirty like a buried caskit |
Trash and ask’n why I shot ya dogs, they bite’n rabid |
Ride classics if we roll you gonna get it |
Pull up in more bowties than a Nation of Islam mission |
Enough bars ta build us a damn prison |
No way outta what we movin that’s Crooked and Ban spittin lissin |
Ay |
Bad Man We Nah play |
Make money everyday |
Girls at mi feet |
A ta mi them a pray |
We run tings from New York to LA |
So swagarific gyal change everyday |
Ay |
We Nah play |
Cause we nah say |
If a no stage show |
Mi stay where mi deh |
We run tings from LA ta JA |
Play this one more time mi DJ hey |
Crooked’s an animal run for your life when he spit it |
I think in HD you riders just try ta be vivid |
Radical intellectual, society’s critic |
When I retire my career I might try ta relive it |
Ridiculous bitches they think I’m a lottery ticket |
Accuse me of cheating I’m pimp’n I probably did it |
I don’t give a fuck that’s my philosophy get it |
A mix between Pac and Sakratees rockin a fitted |
Nigga with a attitude Crooked I is Eazy |
Mural on my four hookers look at my graffiti |
So much candy paint the car got sugar diabetes |
Gun under the seat my bullets ride beneath me |
Shotta the loud mouth’s are so silent |
Never sleep on a beef I’m like no eyelids |
Who’s flows the flyest oh mine is |
And don’t forget Banish nigga, my co-pilot |
Ay |
Bad Man We Nah play |
Make money everyday |
Girls at mi feet |
A ta mi them a pray |
We run tings from New York to LA |
So swagarific gyal change everyday |
Ay |
We Nah play |
Cause we nah say |
If a no stage show |
Mi stay where mi deh |
We run tings from LA ta JA |
Play this one more time mi DJ hey |
We CA like the 5 freeway all day |
Not one of these fools dance’n act’n like kids that play |
Funny style my suggestion is that you stay away |
We run things from JA to LA everyday |
Everybody say something from a keyboard |
You could have Dirty and Pun in your squad and not be large |
Or be hard I’m why the West bout ta be mad |
Some of the realist in this state |
Let us find you a pad |
Pussy pop you then you bleed’n need more than a pad |
Criminal scientist mad how I be locked in the lab |
They advanced still outta touch like an old phone |
Take they ice and cream and leave em under a cold stone |
Well known if I clinch a fist I’m plenty pist |
Bear in mind that I Instinctually grizzly this |
Dizzy bitch grin’n wanted that blast on her back |
That’s when I smash her crack and splash before I dash and laugh |
Oh |
This is dangerous |
Don’t fuck around I’m serious |
Diss me right now my gun will bust |
And your friends dem body be pilling up |
Oh |
Beenie Man is a genius |
My whole lifestyle luxurious |
The phantom rolls royce mi drive it fas |
And don’t fuck around my gun will buss |
Anyway |