Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nightshift , by - The Embassy. Song from the album Sweet Sensation, in the genre ПопRelease date: 25.02.2013
Record label: International
Song language: English
Nightshift |
| He’s a riddla aaaaaaaa |
| The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa |
| [verse 1: spm |
| Silently |
| I receive my degree |
| I got my basterds in dope fiend psychiatry |
| Light the weed my brain buzzin like a bee |
| Flyin free I only fear sobriety |
| Shy police |
| raiding my privacy |
| We settle out court |
| They take my bribery |
| Finally I let this irony inspire me |
| They dying violently |
| Realla jus tryin to be |
| Society denying me |
| So my probity |
| Is flippin ghetto ivory |
| Oh my dear diary |
| My hood is fiery |
| They admire me |
| Will I die a g or build a fucking dynasty |
| Repeat 4x |
| It’s the riddla on the roof |
| Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth |
| It’s the riddla on the roof |
| An eye for an eye |
| A tooth for a tooth |
| Repeat 2x |
| Yeah that’s right it’s ya boy rasheed |
| All the way from the north philadelphia ghettos |
| To the south park slums |
| Representin in that dope house with my man |
| The south park mexican |
| Say los break these fools off once again |
| It’s that vato with |
| Convo you know how the song go |
| keep my freak on so |
| Watch for santo (Saint in English) |
| Pronto buckin |
| Like a bronco |
| Turn him to a john doe |
| I make ya body need bondo |
| I stomp fools |
| Pop pop those hallows |
| A hard act to follow |
| A fool named carlos |
| Ya know my motto |
| «don't act like a star bro» |
| If ya talk don’t pay ya damn car note |
| And although it’s almost tomorrow |
| Cept for sorrow |
| Cause don’t be a rap they can borrow |
| I swallow a palo (Stick in English) |
| Back to me lago (lake in English) |
| And g’s hollerin bravo |
| Getting smoked like a marlbaro |
| Repeat 4x |
| Repeat 2x |
| no sympathy in the street |
| It’s either him or me |
| Officially aint a man that can get with me |
| Nigga please |
| My trigga squeeze come to killer bees |
| Figure these the last days why stick wit g’s |
| Initially my millimi make em history |
| Clinically approved to kill that ass instantly |
| Spill the beans and get in between my guillotine as |
| Bitches fiend for my dope like nicotine |
| Sippin lean it all started with the triple beam |
| Completion tell me |
| Are you listening? |
| It’s the king |
| Livin life like pistol Pete |
| With me some heat |
| That’ll make yo body incomplete |
| epitome of a mental facility |
| I take ya nuts and hang em on my Christmas tree |
| Simpily I don’t slip but I’m slippery |
| Unseen like the entity |
| Really be sick of beef |
| I disagree wit ya trickery |
| Blast like Yosemite |
| Smoke em like a hickory |
| Industry |
| Ya fixin to see my embassy |
| Critically acclaimed forever yo mystery |
| Repeat 4x |
| Repeat 2x |
| A tooth for a tooth |
| A tooth for a tooth |
| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |