Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hype Boys, artist - Sway.
Date of issue: 05.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hype Boys |
Hype boys, hype boys |
Everyone’s a killer |
Drug dealer with the nine mill’er |
That’s not sensible |
And I can sense the bull |
That’s why these rapers couldn’t see me comin' |
If they were vaginas with spectacles |
And I’ve got the testicles to testify the truth |
Half these rapers are only gansters in the booth |
And they ain’t never been to no pen |
They just hold one |
Me I be no gangster, I’m just tellin’you the truth |
But I run up in the game like bang bang bang bang |
That’s why, that’s why everyone keeps sayin' |
Have you heard Sway he’s Nine Nine Nine Nine |
That guy, that guy’s heavy in the game |
And ask where buy this Fe Fi Fo |
But them guys coulda never feel my flow |
Sway all the way from the U to the K Order Bacardi up in the Te To Oh |
Getting over the cds I’ve sold in it |
I just want 'em to know that’s the goal in it That’s the goal ain’t it Half the haters they ain’t doing nothing with a mike but holdin’it |
They slow, with it So they could new bring it to the game in the new school |
I play too brutual |
That’s why I control like a court side teacher’s bugle |
People down in england ain’t all wild |
But some places in Britain ain’t the place to raise your child |
Cause even the royal family ain’t all smiles |
Cause everybody knows, Harry don’t look like Charles |
See me I’ve never been to court and I’ve never been on trial, boys |
Never been fought even though I’ve been around, boy |
What’s that thing in your hand? |
Put it down boy |
Cause you’re not a killa, you’re a sound boy |
Hype boys, hype boys |
Everyone’s a bad man now |
On the mike boys, mike boys |
And everyone’s a mad man now |
And the semi goes |
Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right) |
And the semi goes |
Ratata (nah), bang bang |
Hype boys, hype boys |
Everyone’s a mad man now |
On the mike boys, mike boys |
And everyone’s a bad man now |
And the semi goes |
Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right) |
And the semi goes |
Ratata (nah), bang bang |
Pound is stronger than the doller (holla) |
Sway, I run up in this game |
Like a rub’er without a rubber |
And now I been around and a pro |
Won a couple of awards now, round of applause |
And now I’m making peas and I’m pleasing my people |
Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego |
'nough of these rappers ain’t real, they just rapping hype |
Why you shouting all the time, don’t you have a mike? |
Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow |
Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out |
Them boys talk to re-al, real |
But they post like, meow meow |
And they don’t really want no war time, |
This rap game is all mine |
It will never be your time |
Never bra, 'cause you’re small time |
And I got more time, so settle down boy |
Before I make you look like something like a clown boy |
What’s that thing in your hand? |
Put it down boy |
'Cause you’re not a killa, you’re sound boy |
Are you a liar? |
If your reply is no you’re lying now |
Because we living a lie |
and then we die |
and then we’re lying down |
Look at my Adam’s Apple |
It’s not that my neck hurts, no no Its just the truth is hard to swallow |
And you can see that I’m an expert |
So let, let me elaborate |
As I navigate |
Like a husky |
But trust me The truth is, I wouldn’t even trust me Many rely on religion, that doesn’t make sense |
Cause that’s considered a sin |
It is really no winning |
'cause every one habors a liar within them |
It’s just that we’re different |
Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer |
As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up A good liar’s benevolent |
With a memory like an elephant |
Intelegent |
And knows exactly when to shhhhh |
Lies spread around like viruses |
So how can I survive in this? |
'Cause even the truth lies (where?) |
In people’s irises |
So how can I resist |
I had to lie to write this verse |
Got my talent for twisting words |
Hence my title, I’m a «lie"ricist |
When you work the people don’t want to leave alone |