Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Representin (feat. Tae) , by - Trae. Song from the album Later Dayz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.09.2005
Record label: SoSouth
Song language: English
Representin (feat. Tae) |
| Yeah the nigga okay but I feel he ain’t pimping |
| flipping 4−4's but I bet he ain’t tipping |
| Dick riding the slab from the grain that I’m gripping |
| hollow tips in the clip might leave a nigga limping |
| Flag on the right so I know he ain’t Crippin' |
| I roll with five deuce so I know he ain’t tripping |
| Unless he acting a ass and he ready for the whipping |
| I’ll lean on a bitch Fat Joe edition |
| Back and I’m all about unlimited paper stacks |
| in a Lac with the swangas dipped in black |
| Fuck fly bitch I’m bringing the thugging back |
| I know my niggaz in the hood be loving that |
| Wanna raise on the block that I’m hugging that |
| see that bitch with that ass I’m rubbing that |
| Mouthpiece garunteed I’m hauling that |
| niggaz say they got ice I’m dubbing that |
| Asshole with a hell of a attitude |
| niggaz coming up bumping then I’m leaving 'em latitude |
| I bet they bitch ass know bout that there |
| got my money right don’t doubt that there |
| Unless you wanna see what I bring out |
| twenty thee plus so they know I bling out |
| Hoes be on dick so the cell phone ring out |
| representing till they let King D out |
| Call me what you wanna, playing with a pimp persona |
| Said that I get it from the corner, struggling no longer |
| I’m getting younger it makes you wonder, far thing from being under |
| Let the truth be told, I’m tired of the same ass game |
| Niggaz bullshit ways, step it up for a change |
| Cause I really just can’t see, my self settling for no anybody |
| That be fucking with me, claiming that he got game but the big face seen |
| Just keep it real like a G, cause eventually you’ll try to sell a dream |
| About getting money, so come correct with me No Mr. wanna-be playas, I’m not feeling your ways |
| In my hand I see the grands, on my finger no ring |
| But it seems that you bout that change, not coming up to my mind frame |
| Got to be about your paper chase, 'stead of trying to run lame ass game |
| Just keep it playa, let me see you hold it down keep your weight up But I know ya who thugging thangs up, keep it fly cocked for his paper |
| Rolling big bodies no sweepers, talking nigga ain’t no need to creep up Creep up, I’m the one on my team real niggaz just say just what they mean |
| They don’t wanna see me act bad, like the young Trae |
| That attack the track, and hit it for the one way matter fact |
| I pack the Mac, for the gun play |
| Let it be known, guerilla niggaz do it one way |
| Any one day, in the drop fuck a Hondai |
| Loc’s on my face, top dropped for the sun rays |
| Fucking with the Boss, three wheeling in a six tre |
| With a bitch on a nigga dick, down west state |
| Fo’do’s up to the sky, with the hood falling |
| And I might sit cocked, for the boppers calling |
| Truck was crawling, slow from the weight I was hauling |
| Paint was glossing, so I’m with the fuck I’m flossing |
| Still I’m tossing game, from the H to Austin |
| Put it up on threes, like Bird in Boston |
| For the athletes, spit it till a nigga exhausted |
| Wanna hear the mouthpiece, but it might just cost 'em |
| I stunt, on a hater |
| Might not shine now, but I bet I shine later |
| Feeling like Pokey, half dog half gator |
| Bonafied thug, with a little bit of playa |
| Back on note for the pimp that I am, and the G that I be With a game full of Loc’s, representing for the C In a click full of real, representing for the B |
| I’m a Asshole nigga, out the S.U.C. |