Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gentlemen, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song Lucky 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.07.2015
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
Gentlemen |
| Over the budget |
| Gentlemen, we’re all players of the game |
| I was an Autobot kinda guy, I hated Megatron |
| Now I drink gin and my best friend’s a Decepticon |
| Some de Ville edge along, sketches over Lebanon |
| Messagin' the 44, |
| Head on the Autobahn |
| My automatic aims for headshots, devil horns |
| I’m like the devil’s pawn |
| Group thinker but I’m walkin' all alone |
| I’m an underground king with a pocket full of stones |
| Out of order, breathin' underwater, the enforcer |
| Think inside your daughter, takin' selfies with an orca |
| Oral sex music, shootin' on a cruise ship |
| Coward niggas talkin' but y’all never do shit |
| Smokin' dro, rocket fuel and I blast off |
| I quest love cause my roots is a black thought |
| I talk lyrics that’ll cut you 'til you’re in the gutter |
| Illa Ghee and I’m nicer than a mothafucka |
| leave stains on a nigga’s curb |
| The best MC, painted a nigga’s words |
| The A-graded great, the 8 holder |
| Make soldiers shit on theyself, the game over |
| Clapper got clapping back battle rap stats |
| Forgot about the |
| I blast the Magnum gun loudly |
| With very great honor, I’m the magna cum laude |
| Cop a squat, they sippin' hot latte |
| Get money, big dummy, somethin' say |
| Bout to let actions speak more than words |
| Weaksauce disturbed |
| The whole crew you got is losers |
| See-through tube socks, new, sock it to yah |
| Crews poppin' Rugers |
| New socker choose, watch your dude, watch your dude |
| That’s watchin' 2Pac in Cuba |
| , Judo maneuvers |
| Shittin' all in your bloomers, P |
| Burn, another body on the iron |
| Got the hood behind me, keep it grimy when I rhyme |
| Driver seat recline, rollin' in the fishbowl |
| No chrome, no tints, blow through with your bitch |
| Big dog, I’m like a St. Bernard |
| You 'bout as small as a Maltese, barkin' on a short leash |
| You gon' get the party shot, get your ass mollywhopped |
| Somebody call the janitor, we gon' need this lobby mopped |
| Marksman regime, certified beast mode |
| Personify street code, get your life repo’d |
| Drive through funeral, come back and scoop you up |
| With you in back of the hearse, your hearse on back of the truck |
| Give a fuck, you can catch me with the crew or dolo |
| with it, nigga, |
| It’s fizz, woah, Mac, double OG |
| Marksman, M.O.P.s, nigga |