Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Be Easy , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album Prince Of The City 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.11.2007
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Be Easy |
| Be easy |
| Be easy |
| Or it’ll be a long day |
| Hold on, let me light my blunt, man |
| This shit too easy |
| I’ll do it in my sleep |
| Yeah! |
| It’s a new game |
| Lame nigga forefit |
| I’m well ahead thoroughbred |
| You just horse shit |
| Flow out of this world |
| I’m in orbit |
| More chips |
| So them hoes chase me like Norbit |
| I’m more sick |
| No anidonte |
| High like manigoat |
| Flow crack &it's dope |
| Only talk money, homey |
| I don’t understand the broke |
| Take something from me |
| Niggas come &bust yo canalope |
| I’m out here grindin' |
| Like a pair of old brakes |
| Hoe, ain’t nothing changed |
| Na, I rep tha Burg all day |
| Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it |
| And if you hear me flowin' |
| You should know it’s not a gimick |
| If the topic real shit |
| You should know they count me in it |
| Your girlfriend want me in her mouth |
| Like I’m her dentist |
| The icing on the cake |
| I’m like the glaze, all finished |
| Majianna scented |
| Windows up, truck tinted |
| You better |
| Skinny nigga |
| And I’m tat, tat, tatted up |
| Run up on me |
| And get rat, tat, tatted up |
| That’s a promise, not a threat |
| I’ll back it up |
| Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones, |
| Fat as fuck |
| Got my swagga up |
| Come at me the wrong way |
| Like what the song say |
| It’ll be a long day |
| To pass me you can’t see |
| Got a long way |
| And even seein' first |
| I’m comin' 'round that home plate |
| Come out to the Burg |
| You’ll see that I got it poppin' |
| If you real, you fuck with me |
| I ain’t gotta an option |
| See my chain? |
| They like «how did he get all them rocks in? |
| «Want me on your song? |
| I’m a need alot of guap then |
| Breeze home |
| And he said he going choppa shoppin' |
| So if you got a problem |
| So look to now to stop him |
| That pistol bangin' shit, |
| I’m on it |
| And I don’t run the Burg, I own it |
| You better |
| (Go 'head &get ready to kill yourself, man) |
| I’m out her slangin' |
| Rollin' with these hustlas |
| Tryna get rid of all you hatas &you bustas |
| Blowin' my smoke, I get right to it |
| When they play this, |
| Everybody in this bitch get stupid |
| I mean, they just lose it |
| Wildin' like they pissed off |
| Find you wrong place or wrong time |
| You can get lost |
| Lotta niggas mad |
| But the hoes love it |
| Yea, the young’n super bad |
| You can call me McLovin |
| I’m gettin' in good |
| Makin' my spread |
| And na, I’m never stingy with a plate I break bread |
| My niggas break heads |
| And we 25 deep |
| I see you tryin' hard, nigga |
| But you not me |
| I’m fuckin' young stars |
| There’s no question, I be |
| Hit hard &then I dance on them like I’m Ali |
| I’m a certified «G» |
| So don’t think that I’m just rappin' to you, homey |
| You don’t really want something happen to you |
| You better |