Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Sniff, artist - Wilma Archer. Date of issue: 02.04.2020
Song language: English
Last Sniff |
| Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick |
| Zoomed out to notice a shiny badge, officer dropkick |
| Must’ve been pork fries, spit a chunk of fodder at his partner |
| As he put the ride in park, I see both eyes staring at the opposite side |
| Of the block as they spied, a fiend glide by |
| Hotter than July, what a bullshit disguise |
| Vest bulging through the sides, aviator hides |
| It’s just 5 past lunch rush, last time a fast guy took a dive |
| Step lively, look alive |
| The city don’t sleep or take naps |
| And won’t easily concede to jake traps |
| How quick he make scraps through fake daps |
| Either the trees, the D, or cracks that break snap |
| Choose your poison, amusing or annoyin' |
| Just be sure to avoid the blues in them boys 'n 'em |
| They’re not toyin', taxpayers help employ 'em |
| They turn around and treat 'em more worser than the goyim |
| Soarin' past the krilla to the other wearin' denim Lees |
| They real dirty, plain clothes enemies |
| Tend to be pretendin', in it to end a dude’s legacy |
| With numbers that run concurrent, still’ll be a century |
| Or end in a heartbeat, them streets, damn |
| For simply just tryna' eat and feed fam |
| The drug war turned out to be a complete sham |
| All the while throughout the system, a beat jam |
| Not my problem, he’s here to watch the watchers 'til the last shift |
| And get paid good if who ask «if» |
| And be ready to blast for the hood, don’t let your mask shift |
| And put that work in overtime, 'til the last sniff |