Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Rules , by - Saigon. Song from the album All in a Day's Work, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.09.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
The Rules |
| I wrote all them raps cause I was in jail with nothing to do |
| My nigga, now that I got things to do, writing raps is like last |
| Of my priority list |
| This is the difference between me and them |
| Check |
| New New Yiddy is back in full effect |
| We the kind that don’t throw gang signs or claim sets |
| We one of the few left that ain’t riding the west |
| Ain’t dick sucking the south |
| You still will get punched in ya mouth |
| You ever fuck around luck buck’em down |
| I like the way that sound luck buck’em down |
| I’m bucking the fuck out of this duck nigga now |
| I uppercut the sucker the fucker gon touch the ground |
| Since two thou I came with another style |
| My shit was «sharp-then"just like brother Al |
| But I was never rocking a perm |
| If I was anything I try to teach the people not gonna learn |
| I could try to take the popular term |
| Rap about a bunch of bullshit that’s not really not my concern |
| Or I could do some old dumb shit that come with a melody |
| Nigga I know the game what the fuck is you telling me |
| I love this hip hop shit nigga you smelling me |
| How else could a nigga get rich with two felonies |
| I know you really want to know who’s |
| Comin' through leaving bloodstains and residues |
| Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules |
| Ya’ll niggas flows is dookie |
| I flip styles like one of them old Suzuki’s and shocazuki |
| Burning whoever closest to me |
| The verbalize meat that ya’ll eat |
| Laying back on the concrete |
| Rip open your chest and rhyme to ya heartbeat |
| Niggas can’t resist to put the bond first |
| If I am what I eat then I guess that I’m every wack lyricist on earth |
| Born worse, couldn’t really explain in a song verse |
| Ask the families of the people I put in that long hearst |
| O nine we flipping this into some other different shit |
| Real niggas come get your certificates if you interested |
| First off we gon build this Abandoned Nation censorship |
| Prison don’t even mention it if you ain’t experience it |
| This is some serious shit go head think I’m playing then |
| See what you saying when it’s a puddle of blood you laying in |
| You kidding me I’m lyrically the epitome of verbal validity |
| Look nigga see what life did to me |
| Turn me colder than my older raps |
| Colder than polar caps |
| Cold as the common cold perhaps without no lookback |
| I used to cook crack they took that |
| I learn to jux cats |
| Where the brook at |
| We got this locked put that back |
| And new yiddy is back in full effect |
| Fuck around you gon get my hands wrapped around ya neck |
| Respect to all the kids still trapped in the jects' |
| I’m a rep watch how much of this cash I’m a collect |
| Yep! |