Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Son & Pops, artist - Tommy TeeDate of issue: 07.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Son & Pops |
| I’m mad hungry please give me your take |
| In absolute forgiveness give me your break |
| (Got no food better hand me whatever the fucks on your plate) |
| Now gimme some space I’m going Hollywood give me a face |
| (Gimme some production skills |
| Nah that’s way too late |
| Been having that shit man |
| But please give me a raise) |
| And please give me a taste of sweet life sufficient leg |
| (Don't gimme no hate |
| Please pass me that faith) |
| And god give me some grace |
| (And god get rid of the snakes) |
| And god show these fake Mcs their place |
| (Yeah this is Norway buddy |
| Nuthin' 52nd state) |
| Man you lost in space |
| (And you lost in mistakes) |
| And your boss thinks your great |
| Like you frost with the flake |
| (You snorting the way on minimum wage) |
| How’s that for living in a cage |
| (And how’s that for living like a slave) |
| Old school like a motherfucker |
| (Hot tub face) |
| Walking through the barbershop like I’m (Big Daddy Kane) |
| Walk up on the stage like that dude’s kinda brain |
| (No that dude’s kinda lame buddy |
| Dude need some fame) |
| Those dudes got enough chain don’t know where to aim |
| (And those corny motherfuckers must but be out they’re fucking brains) |
| Even forty motherfuckers couldn’t handle what I gave |
| (And the forty motherfucker going out his fucking frame) |
| You don’t know what the fuck we about |
| Son & Pops, Son & Pops |
| Loudmouf Son & Pops |
| Don’t call me your brother |
| See I don’t need siblings |
| Your not ghetto, your not living in a government building |
| (But we about to make a killing |
| Doing it for the children |
| Working out the decade |
| After that I’m chilling) |
| Chilling (Chilling)' |
| Not gon have these doors like dealing |
| (But chilling, knocking up these whores with no feelings) |
| You’re kidding |
| (Think I did it but I didn’t |
| Thought you new |
| When I’m on the mic I’m bullshitting) |
| Better get in where you fit in |
| The messages are hidden |
| The types to do the long range worldwide spitting |
| (And your (?) is off trying to hide you feelings |
| Your fruit cakes is off dancing on the ceiling) |
| After the laughter the tears come spilling |
| (If you’re asking for bastards |
| We’re about to hurt your feelings) |
| Nasty disasters audience we grill us |
| (The '06 audio too we top building) |
| You see Opaque on the bed |
| On a chick ass like he baking the bread |
| Shaking her tits and she resist and he breaking the leg |
| Fry her ass like bacon and egg |
| Shit there even cake on the head |