Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under the Hood, artist - Specifics. Album song Lonely City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lp
Song language: English
Under the Hood |
| Verse 1: Golden Boy |
| Here with a dilemma |
| A dip with an umbrella out my cellar |
| Let her in quick, the medicine sip, whatever |
| I’m clever on some accapella shit, that’s my main strength |
| But never been too bad, as well, at this gettin brains thing |
| I think the light’s dim |
| Not the type to fight gin |
| And bent like, psyched to hit the bed and strike skins |
| Right then the phone ringin, but left it- |
| Blowing in the night like the west wind crescent |
| My preference is a heavy snare |
| Yes, instead of some soft shit, got a sweaty pair of breath mints |
| The stars be glowing |
| We spark weed, holdin hands and a cold beer be the cardio and stamina |
| Top physical condition when I’m kissin |
| Switchin' my footwork, I cook birds chicken |
| She took off my cardigan, told me start again |
| I’m gettin more bad bitches than Mad Martigan |
| With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes |
| I rock no-brand sandals |
| I’m dealing with fans, you’re dealin with man-hoes |
| It’s romance — and more porn than Sancho |
| I never snuff lights |
| And havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right? |
| Touch ice, but my blood warm |
| Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk it’s a fuck-storm |
| And some more couldn’t hurt |
| Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for a |
| Skirt yikes, but I just wanna get done nicely |
| And yo girl your skirt’s what entice me |
| Hook: Golden Boy |
| Yo, I’m a do it like this |
| Ask you if you love it so, if so, it’s on |
| And boo, if you love his flow, it’s Gold |
| And yo it’s all good |
| Whatcha runnin' under the hood? |
| Verse 2: Golden Boy |
| I heard it through the grapevine |
| Word’s groupies got the eyes on the crew |
| And psyched to get attached loosely at the waistline |
| Booty makes my day, yo |
| The bassline boogie nights gotsta groove crazy with them cutiepies |
| Seventies shit, you bet me, I will never be rich |
| I need to get me a celebrity bitch |
| Check this kid can’t afford Hennessy |
| But swish many more cheap 40's than you weak whores will ever sip |
| And rap effortless blessed with a certain effervescence |
| The better beef-curtain spreader specialist |
| Specifics, yo, don’t get it twist |
| Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice |
| Tryin' to get to paradise no asparagus |
| Just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridan’s |
| Solid gold providence |
| In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hoes |
| And all of this |
| A life of pantyhoes, expansive heights, patios and random fights |
| Yo my boys got cameos |
| Dance in the rain with phantoms all happy like we back again |
| I could never end it better than the last LP |
| So take a picture actually, let the image help me |
| Remember when it fade, like a dream |
| And I pass my name, and dash off yo to rap with demons |
| Hook: Golden Boy |
| Yo, I’m a do it like this |
| Ask you if you love it so, if so, it’s on |
| And boo, if you love his flow, it’s Gold |
| And yo it’s all good |
| Whatcha runnin' under the hood? |