Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grey Cassette, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Streets Advocate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Maab
Song language: English
Grey Cassette |
Pop In Your Grey Cassette |
Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck |
Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck |
Pop-Pop In Your Grey Cassette |
Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck |
Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck |
Pop in your Grey Cassette |
Turn up your fuckin' deck |
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth is on the way to win |
Now what’cha know about that if you don’t know much I guarentee you finna know |
about the? |
So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut, head down with a swag that’ll fuck |
up the whole world |
I’m back again, fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones) |
Too many wanna be gangsta, fuckin' my mood up |
I probably wanna clique that’s red black and blued up |
If it’s going down, I bet’cha get screwed up |
Ya to dead to the King Of The Streets lil homie slow it down, I ain’t really |
try’na move fast |
My old school got me looking like a OG, everybody looking at me like they never |
seen glass |
I’m the leader of the A.B.N. |
representers |
And a gutta when these rappin' niggas never inna |
Ya better get up out the game if you a beginner |
Somebody finna get robbed if I ain’t a winner |
First bitch caught slippin' a running a binner |
I wanna win it like I’m here finna get back |
Trunk up by the fist will sit back |
Leaving through the hood like I’m going off a six pack |
Real talk I am the H |
And tell them niggas I’m a fan of hatred |
Probably hate mo ways you see a bitch with a classic shape |
Trunk beatin' like it masturbate |
I got a couple niggas mad, tell them I ain’t finna pass the plate |
I finna know that they ass is fake |
So tell them goin' give it up, I ain’t finna pass the mic for shit |
And I ain’t leaving till this bastard pray |
It’s Bun B the Trill G |
Downsouth we still be bangin' Robert Davis on the regular |
Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in (pop it in) |
My top I droppin' in (droppin' in) |
I’m a sit sideways, then ride my blazers chop it in |
I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set |
You know my dows is butterfly, my candy paint is wet |
My leather seats are stitch and tuck and this for my lady |
She sitting chromy on the grill so everything is gravy |
P.A.T. |
I’m reppin' it, Air Jordans I’m steppin' for warfare |
I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon |
I’m ready for regulating, steady you boys been hating |
It’s our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waiting |
To do this for the pimp and the rest of the fallen |
Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we ballin' |
Or we poor pimpin' it’s never no sippin' |
And if you reppin' southside then it will be no trippin' |
When ya |
Pop it in, nigga |
It’s the legend |
Don Ke |
In ya Grey Cassette |
Representin' southside |
Hustle U.S.A., 713 |
Pop in ya Grey Cassette |
S.U.C., known to wreck |
Underground street legend never seen a? |
Four-fifteens, liquid screens, bangin' out my music deck |
Tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain’t finished yet |
Houston, Texas pourin' on, shining like the morning sun |
Fuck these niggas talking bout, it’s Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don |
Automatic rise nothing semi all fully |
I get’cha good and keep it hood just ride and listen to me |
Representin' southside |
Tell em keep they mouth wide |
Leather it’s cassette grey |
Navy on the outside |
Losers out here never win |
Tell me who they better than |
Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in |
Money coming through this way |
Hustle Town U.S.A. |
South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day |
Do it all that last year |
Fuck another bad year |
My whole swag full grown |
Lend me ya strong ear |