Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wait A Minute, artist - Snowgoons. Album song German Lugers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.02.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Wait A Minute |
| I punch niggas in the face merely for kicks |
| I got game plus a team, a couple cheerleader chicks |
| I enter the center severely equipped |
| And knock that beer in your lip back to the rear of your whip |
| You’re too scary to flip so compared to a chick |
| There’s a thin line so I think you’re really a bitch |
| You talk tough but you ain’t tough, softer than a paintbrush |
| I got a hammer that you motherfuckers can’t touch |
| I came from? |
| of pops, stayed till the sun up |
| Made me a son of a gunner with no rubber |
| That’s right, we take shots like them paparazzi |
| Soldier to the end like I’m Luca Brasi |
| I’m out for blood best bet recruit your posse |
| Same cat you run with may shoot you poppy |
| It’s cool to watch me but watch me closely |
| Done travelled that was over then I’m home and? |
| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all |
| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer |
| I know those tricks |
| Listen to this |
| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all |
| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer |
| Listen to this |
| Fight beefs legally in courtrooms win over easily |
| Got money but fuck the next man coming up meagerly |
| I got talent and drive but these labels keep teasing me |
| Like but we don’t know how to sell it to the people |
| See the Devil want a piece of me, offered me just recently |
| Instead I sell my records out my trunk to keep my decency |
| You watering it down, slaughtering the sound |
| Magazine covers, awards, and imaginary crowns |
| I ain’t a hater, go ahead and make the change |
| Rather pay your veteran than get spot then cop a Range |
| I’m as simple as it get but the flow’s a bit complex |
| Shit bangs from basement parties to discotheques |
| Give you one thing I tell you watch for snakes |
| Posted up on the corner then you watch for jakes |
| It’s a big-time game with some high-ass stakes |
| Wrong moves and mistakes, contracts with handshakes |
| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all |
| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer |
| I know those tricks |
| Listen to this |
| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all |
| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer |
| Listen to this |
| I’m on the grind again, as long as cheques come in I keep signing them |
| It’s like 9 AM, Germany, hash, and Heinekens |
| I’m high again rhyming into Pro Tools |
| Kreators make our own rules, life and death we go through |
| And I don’t know about you but I’m still trying to eat |
| Locked down in the studio released to the streets |
| We got a killer team, cut your head with the guillotine |
| As much as I hate rap I come back cause I’m still a fiend |
| You’re real tough when it’s time to drink and puff |
| I step up, you get crushed and take that bitch you got handcuffed |
| Don’t get caught without it, you might get shot without it |
| Outside backstage with yourself surrounded |
| And me and X is like DeNiro and Pesci |
| Stab your neck with the pen and make the contract messy |
| On the job 24/7, Boston, Bronx, non-stop |
| Link up with you bitches, slapping haters, keep watching |
| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all |
| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer |
| I know those tricks |
| Listen to this |
| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all |
| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer |
| Listen to this |