Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uptown Roamers, artist - Wale. Album song Best of So War, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.08.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Uptown Roamers |
| Uptown roamers, and south side riders |
| Up up up uptown up up uptown up up uptown |
| (Yea! We got a lot of star power in the building tonight. |
| Rock, Mikey what up? |
| Trey what up? |
| Yea! |
| Here we go! |
| Forest Creek what up, |
| Glenarden what up, Cap Heights what up, Barry Farms what up, Lincoln Heights |
| what up, Michigan what up, Montana we ain’t playin with em! |
| Aww!) |
| District has arrived us, (ah) time to shine |
| Yea, I am the nail forever holdin em down |
| Down in the slums to the burbs, where they migrate |
| Who the one they talkin bout? |
| That’s what I thought, WALE! |
| A long way from a grammy, I’m a get it |
| I promise the moment it’s with me I’ll leave it in the District |
| Yea, and I’m just doin what I gotta do, flyer than the rest of em |
| I still got my Nike boots |
| Let me enlighten you, I am the brightest of the youth |
| The booth can’t do it I provide to it |
| It’s by youth with the mind of a G |
| I never cook coke, no sir that ain’t me (nah) |
| But I’m so DC, and Maryland, Virginia |
| Dem other bammas pussy like placenta |
| The center of the East coast my emblem reads |
| 4−3… yea, remember that please |
| Uptown roamers, and south side riders |
| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town |
| (Wale: yea yea yea yea, ay ay ay, Yea. Landova what up, 1−2-4 what up, |
| 1st Quarter what up, KentLand what up, Texas Ave what up, Largo what up, |
| Trinidad gettin cash fa sho, yea) |
| It’s DC, brought to you by me |
| The only thing higher than the crime rate is the fiends |
| Semen get leaked to the women of the future |
| The ladies baby boomin before they high school juniors |
| Yea, and these niggas don’t be steppin up |
| Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it’s up to her |
| Believe ya’ll, I ain’t tryna Stephen King ya’ll |
| But most stay high with they eyes like the Singapores |
| I’m singin poems for supporters of my songs |
| And all them out-of-towners |
| Just to show you how we goin |
| The poor to the ballers, Ardwick Ardmore |
| The Forest Creek stars, even ya’ll out in Rockville |
| The home of Marvin Gaye, that’s all I gotta say |
| Iverson was cool, but I supported Victor Page |
| It’s the DC thang, incase you ain’t notice |
| Landova, Saratoga, and I’m Uptown… |
| Uptown roamers, and south side riders |
| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town |
| Yes, it’s Wale |
| Currently out in Maryland |
| I should be in the carry-out |
| Truthfully I am ever fresh |
| I’m everesant, nobody do it better |
| They all are pretenders, I am the 7th letter |
| (WALE! WALE!) |
| Yea, and that’s my name, they ain’t forgot it |
| The 9th letter’s forgotten, you will never be acknowledged |
| I get it poppin like Pacman, ask Polo |
| Ask G, he’ll tell you that I’m into Go-Go |
| Ask Mikey, he’ll tell you that the hoes like me |
| My Prada lows, for the most part it’s only Nike |
| Some spite me, but they try to be a lot alike me |
| You goin have to sell some more records, niggas, stop tryin' |
| Uptown roamers, and south side riders |
| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town |
| (don't, don’t, don’t, don’t hate him, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, |
| don’t hate him, don’t) |
| (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) |
| Uptown roamers, and south side riders |
| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town |