Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whip It, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song Everready, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.06.2007
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Whip It |
Kutty Cal, baby |
We whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip real good |
Strange Music, nigga |
We whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip real good |
Ay, turn the bass up, man, yeah |
So |
I’m fresh up out the store |
Straight to the liquor store |
I’m 'bout to go cop me a fifth of B and hit the road |
I got that Keyshia Cole |
But niggas wanting dro |
It’ll make your shoulders lean so when you see me nigga, blow |
I’m in the Chevy the same color as Coca Leaf |
Caramel guts, 26 Arm-All'd up when they notice me |
I know these streets; |
scenic routes, in and outs where them rollers be |
Make the change, top of the game, right where they poda be |
Elly-Wellys? |
We call them lovies; |
that’s when you soak a tree |
And get to scootin' and smoke panoramic moment that’s so 3D |
I hold the key; |
just like a mayor for what you want and need |
So yuck at me and I’m mayor just like a |
But fuck with me and you can be missin' just like a suckers free |
Is such an ease sucker free niggas don’t really fuck with these |
But the D they taking over, over your much achieved |
Hushing me sort of like Trent Green where Russians be |
So you know I’m |
I steps like a real should |
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good |
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good |
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good |
Kutty Cal baby |
I steps like a real should |
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good |
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good |
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good |
I’m from the city where the bullets go zang if you let them go |
And we don’t talk if niggas go bang it’s a yes or no |
And blue and red colored flags hang just to let you know |
I tell you it’s a pretty big thang if you reppin' MO |
And niggas speak a slightly different slang if you peep the code |
What it do and what is it be the same, just as what you know |
But I can hip you niggas to some cane that’ll leave your nose bleeding |
Leakin' that vintage from your brain if you bring the dough |
I’m part animal and part Confucius |
Part Achilles, part Zeus, but my heart’s with Deuces |
Runnin' wild through the inner-city, marked a nuisance |
Chop L’s and Israelis haunts the new kids |
Who don’t have no idea how to cock and shoot shit |
Just shootin' hot ones zeppo through the ghetto’s acoustics |
Like Lucas, stacy niggas gon' dash for music |
I’m proven, got the game on grab like nooses |
Blown fuses, whenever |
I steps like a real should |
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good |
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good |
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good |
Kutty Cal baby |
I steps like a real should |
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good |
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good |
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good |
Alligator Nikes, shadow shaded lights |
I’m speeding like Ricky Bobby through the Talladega Night |
Club jumping, I’m watching the sun dump from day into the night |
I’m wondering, got to do something, it’s playa-playa night |
In Freaky’s I’m V.I. |
to P. and playas lay it right |
Big Nicolas at the front door and he says it’s hater-tight |
Decisions make right these bitches shade light |
J-Lo and Mary J. up in this with stripper jay tights |
Christie tastes white, it’s Asti to Spumante and a Crystal Bud Light |
Still live the thug life, I got a bud right- |
In front of me and I’m pondering on what the bud’s like |
It’s taunting me and been summonin' |
I’m 'bout to make a move, yo baby what your name is? |
She all ready too, 'cause her eyes is telling the truth |
I gotsta keep it real hood, make it feel good |
And when I whip it nigga, whip it, whip it real good |
'Cause you know |
I steps like a real should |
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good |
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good |
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good |
Kutty Cal baby |
I steps like a real should |
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good |
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good |
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good |