Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Reseda Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.10.2012
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
Hard |
| Uh huh |
| Ryu |
| Takbir |
| Demigodzilla |
| J-Dilla |
| Yo |
| It ain’t (Hard) |
| They tell now who the illest is |
| J-Dilla bitch Styles in ya grill again |
| That old killa shit back to the gutter scum |
| Number 1 rap record of the summer son! |
| Feet stomp to the beat like war drums |
| Chandelier shook and the freakin' floor sunk |
| The R-Y-U that should do it |
| Shoot a missile at the moon and attach you to it |
| It’s too (Hard) |
| Born for the weak and PC |
| I’m thinkin' that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets |
| Shittin' on you rappers I practice free speech |
| Don’t protect whales but I rap for Green Peace! |
| It’s time to hop in to cruise to the new shit |
| Huh |
| I’m bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick |
| Soon as the sun sets I’m out with the whole clan |
| Tearin the village down oh man! |
| Folks don’t understand |
| When I’m holdin' this part of this perfect unit |
| To do it you recognize that we started this murder music |
| I’m movin through all the rubbish and yes |
| They know they love it at best |
| Cuz I’ve been known to keep them clubbin the debt |
| You ain’t a (Star) |
| So why you walk around actin like you (Hard) |
| Ain’t nobody got you bumpin in the (Car) |
| You don’t party with ya people at the (Bar) |
| What is it? |
| Wha wha what is it? |
| You a (Star) |
| Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard) |
| Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car) |
| Get it free never blow money at the (Bar) |
| What is it? |
| What what what is it? |
| Huh? |
| Aww I see you got ya heart broken |
| Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded |
| Clockin all my jewels and they don’t know how we did it |
| Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted |
| Ooh! |
| Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late |
| Why? |
| Cuz you ain’t even old enough to innovate |
| Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame |
| But dang |
| You ain’t really known for ya skill |
| Ok! |
| Think about it before you pop off |
| Keep cool when you fuckin with a Boss Hog |
| Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart |
| Seen em down the block tryin to flag a cop car |
| Not to notice a bomb goes wowee |
| Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi |
| People know who control the Cali |
| Roll tanks through the west bank home to Valley |
| You ain’t (Hard) |
| Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted |
| So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits |
| You ain’t about shit holmes admit it |
| Cuz real hustlers don’t talk they just go get it! |
| Uh huh |
| Ryu and Tak |
| Uh |
| You ain’t a (Star) |
| So why you walk around actin like you (Hard) |
| Ain’t nobody got you bumpin in the (Car) |
| You don’t party with ya people at the (Bar) |
| What is it? |
| Wha wha what is it? |
| You a (Star) |
| Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard) |
| Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car) |
| Get it free never blow money at the (Bar) |
| What is it? |
| What what what is it? |
| Follow me follow me closely |
| I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy |
| Shakin the ground |
| I put my hands in the gravel |
| Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow |
| Naw |
| You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant |
| Dummy |
| Without me it wouldn’t be what it is then |
| So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside |
| What a surprise yea it’s me so kick it |
| Yo |
| I hear the baby whining it don’t effect me, shit |
| How dare you disrespect me kid |
| I’m sick of the games |
| Look at where you sit in the plane |
| You could be chillin' with a first class ticket to fame |
| It ain’t (Hard) |
| Matter fact it’s easy |
| I’mma crack your cd |
| It sounds good cause ya tracks are cheesy |
| On the path to greatness |
| Ya raps are basic |
| Think about it when you fillin' out that application |
| It ain’t (hard) |