Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Damn, artist - Suga Free. Album song Smell My Finger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Record label: Laneway
Song language: English
Damn |
Now I, ca-can't w-wait to-to ge-get my-my mon-ney-ey ba-baby! |
Okay! |
I’m a certified, supa-fly, hair-down, maniac, lunatic, and tell-a-lie, Cali, |
I pop a «green thumb», rap star, purple kush, crystal meth, oxytocin, |
cocaine and black tar |
Smooth talk a lot, good cook, good job, sexy ass G.Q., gotta blast, |
down for squire, break a nail, grow it back, drive a pretty cadillac, |
grab the mic and bust a rap, and count the money, happy with the heat in my |
lap! |
I fuck a nigga up with a ball-point pen |
I keep my women happy, fuck them every now and again |
Ahhh Haaa Ooohweee |
I’m standing on the world, the largest Capital «P»! |
Ha ha haaa on my car |
Can’t wait to fuck you like a wild-animal in the dark |
They said I couldn’t do it, but I did it like «What!?» |
Run up, so what’s up? |
Nigga you know about us |
Don’t ever tell him what to do or call yourself checking me! |
You know I work for the 'killer whale' you just checking out the sea |
You’d better check the oil in your car, remember who you’re talking to |
Don’t let these finger nails fool you, i’ll break them all taking off on you |
Damn, Baby! |
Do you know who I am? |
I goes crazy |
Will you allow me to introduce myself to you |
Man… Lady! |
What’s your name, where do you live? |
And ooohweee |
Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum? |
And, damn baby! |
Spend the night with me! |
And baby ooohweee we don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun! |
Damn, Baby! |
What’s up Quik? |
Hey baby, I bet you, I could put you to sleep |
She said «How?» |
I said, «Take one more motherfucking thing from me and step your ass in the |
street!» |
I got bombs strapped! |
bap bap, beep beep |
(arguing with his hoe in the background) |
Hey, wait a minute, where you going? |
Slow down! |
Look, I didn’t mean to scare you, I apologies |
Here bitch, sit down |
I’m just telling you my pedigree |
I keep it 100, I watch myself because I’m talented and niggas want it |
I knock a bitch through a brick wall |
I tell them «come back n' Suga Free the pimp Pomona style, keep it crackin!» |
I’m trying to tell you something that your Momma forgot, and take it with you |
bitch until your calves get dropped |
You a stand-up-hoe or a fall-down-bitch |
Remember, «bitches fuck for free but prostitutes get rich» |
And if you get catch a trick slipping, better take that |
Thats just some extras that your ass don’t gotta make back |
Just look at all them niggas that you’re fucking for nothing; |
For some food, for a blunt? |
You little square ass punk |
Keep up the free fucking! |
Oh, you’re an opportunist? |
Try that shit with me, and your ass will be in a |
trauma unit |
Damn, Baby! |
Do you know who I am? |
I goes crazy |
Will you allow me to introduce myself to you |
Man… Lady! |
What’s your name, where do you live? |
And ooohweee |
Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum? |
And, damn baby! |
Spend the night with me! |
And baby ooohweee we don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun! |
Damn, Baby! |
Now baby, pussy don’t run this, dick do |
I think somewhere along the line somebody tricked you |
But you gon' grow up and try to fuck off with a wrong nigga |
And think you wrong when he be in you its the church of liver |
Bitch killer, ain’t no love bitch! |
It takes a certain kind of woman to be fucking with this |
Chances are, she had a hard life growing up |
Momma somewhere drunk, bending over, throwing up |
She probably got molested by somebody in her family or something |
And told her that she better never tell nobody or nothing! |
She held it and let it happen, probably crying to sleep |
Cuz I got plenty of them on my shoulder crying on me |
I learned that women don’t forget some shit like that |
You wonder why she prostituting and she cool with the fact? |
A lot of these hoes got kids to feed, and nobody helping them out |
And they gon' get what they need |
And wouldn’t give a fuck less what you say about her |
Just don’t touch her or her money, ain’t no play about her |
Cuz she been in cars and hotels, some crazy tricks |
Plus she know her job is dangerous, she’s a crazy bitch! |
And one thing about a hoe, she knows what up on the street |
And I don’t know about you, but thats the woman for me |
For real! |
Damn, Baby! |
(Yep) |
Do you know who I am? |
(Baaa daa) I goes crazy |
Will you allow me to introduce myself to you |
God damn! |
Lady! |
What’s your name, where do you live? |
And ooohweee |
Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum? |
(Damn!) |
And, damn baby! |
(yep, shit) |
Spend the night with me! |
(baa daa) |
And baby ooohweee (Gleek badapap shabada haaa) |
We don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun! |
Damn, Baby! |
Suga Suga, Can’t do nothing with no square man, period! |
You know… my stomach |
start hurting when I’m around square bitches. |
You know what I mean? |
I will pimp till' I die. |
My name is Suga free Man, I am from the West Side of |
Pomona man. |
Yeah man, I we got my nigga Chris right there behind the boards, |
we got Finguz up in here, its going down man. |
You know? |
And uh, |
if it’s good to you, it must be good for you, and do what the Mob say do. |
Bitch! |
Baby! |
Haaa |