Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tour Song Too, artist - CoolzeyDate of issue: 28.01.2010
Song language: English
Tour Song Too |
| Man I’m always on tour |
| At least that’s what everybody tells me |
| What could I say? |
| I guess the power of the people compels me |
| My people keep me sane and on top of my game |
| Showing me my target so I know where to aim |
| and just how far I got to pull back my bow string |
| Coolzey I rock the mic but with no bling |
| It’s no thing |
| Just a regular bro thing |
| A mic’s just one of the many weapons that I’m holding |
| You think that you could be me for real? |
| Nah, I also got a MPC, a shotty and a skil-saw |
| and I still draw, act, write and work on houses, |
| wait tables, book shows and flip ounces |
| Plus I gotta find time to sleep, eat, catch a flick, |
| Exercise, relax, make beats, jerk my dick |
| and still have time for wine, women and weed, too |
| Yo X, where you going when we pick you up from Jet Blue? |
| SADAT X |
| I go from continent to country |
| State by state |
| in the Montana van |
| Coolzey’s driving, my man |
| My software leaves no time to prepare |
| You holding out on the weed, dog? |
| Blow it in the air |
| In the back seat it’s share |
| Look how I messed up her hair |
| But she’s old so no pregnancy scare |
| I’m rare, untraceable |
| Strictly in code |
| Shake your ass on down and move your lymph nodes |
| WILLIAM ELLIOTT WHITMORE |
| We ain’t got far to ride |
| If we make time, say it’s about a day |
| Until I’m home |
| There will be porches and wine |
| My stage life will be miles away |
| But I know |
| That it won’t be too long |
| No it won’t be too long |
| Until I sing that tour song |
| No it won’t be too long |
| I know that my home will be miles away |
| So have mercy |
| SADAT X |
| It’s eight bars to the stars |
| Me and Coolzey we just won ours |
| In America’s heartland |
| I do my part, man |
| because that’s what I does |
| No particular reason |
| Season after season |
| Yeah, I be the rapper |
| Your girl gets out of line |
| What you gonna do? |
| Slap her? |
| That would be the capper for me sliding in |
| Don’t you do that my man |
| I’ll lift her dress like the wind |
| COOLZEY |
| High of experience and education |
| Try to put me in the Days Inn |
| Enough excuse for me to cave your face in |
| Liquor chasing with the Stella |
| Where’s hip hop when they won’t press up a 12 inch with an a cappella? |
| Promoters who front they get beat down |
| You love Busta but you never heard of Dinco D and C Brown |
| You’re like |
| How can I be down? |
| See clown, you gotta learn to cultivate the renown |
| Welcome to Z Town |
| Population 88 |
| Number of personalities I got trapped up in my metal plate |
| I like to call a brain |
| My wrecking ball and chain |
| Crush this industry to rubble until no shitty wall remain |
| But is it all in vain? |
| How should I know? |
| I’m just a Henny sipping Philly hitting wino |
| So go ahead and sue me |
| I’m just another Rumi |
| Drunken poet wooing honey-dips until they do me |
| WILLIAM ELLIOTT WHITMORE |
| We ain’t got far to ride |
| If we make time, say it’s about a day |
| Until I’m home |
| There will be porches and wine |
| My stage life will be miles away |
| But I know |
| That it won’t be too long |
| No it won’t be too long |
| Until I sing that tour song |
| No it won’t be too long |
| I know that my home will be miles away |
| So have mercy |