Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iatola, artist - SPM. Album song Reveille Park, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.04.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dope House
Song language: English
Iatola |
| I’m meetin up with the governor |
| 3−2 and the Hillwood Hustla |
| Comin straight out the head though |
| From the brain representin my ghetto |
| Its a trip how they die young |
| In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood |
| Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover |
| Pink soda mind of a noter |
| Lean on my shoulder slang coca |
| 20 g’z on my team Villanova |
| Blow marijuana in the sauna |
| While my niggas move dope on the corner |
| V-12 motor vida loca |
| Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha |
| Fat sweet roller in my trocka |
| And my girl called the cops cuz I choked her |
| Copa Cabana thankin Santa |
| For the keyboard that came wit the sampler |
| Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on |
| She wit me cuz I am the champion |
| Its the same ol story though |
| Nigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong ho |
| Its the sign of the times man |
| By second thank God that I’m alive man |
| Peace to my dead g’s |
| Fell short trying to stack up they benjis |
| In the midst and the fog |
| Boys wanna squab |
| All on my dick like corn on the cob |
| You ain’t shit but a job for one of my killers |
| How many niggas must die by the trigga |
| Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder |
| Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer |
| No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager |
| I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you |
| In the gutter for the fuck of it |
| Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership |
| And haters they can suck a dick |
| So this what it came to yall the same crew |
| Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue |
| But I dont gangbang I claim no color |
| She lost her son what if that was your mother |
| I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac |
| And I support foundations like LULAC |
| I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman |
| That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman |
| Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher |
| I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers |
| 1986 wasn’t making hits |
| I was chasing chicks having bad relationships |
| Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches |
| Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious |
| I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious |
| Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions |