Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pittsburgh Sound , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 04.09.2006
Song language: English
Pittsburgh Sound |
| Yea |
| Its Wiz Khalifa man |
| Its that 412 |
| I got that Pittsburgh sound |
| Around these parts |
| I’m known as the youngest in charge |
| My shit bang out the trunk of your car |
| Its the cities known rap spitta |
| Semi blown clack niggas |
| Skin and bones but really known as that nigga |
| I’m known to chase the bucks |
| Grind to get my paper up |
| In the studio writin' rhymes til the paper crunch |
| I’m not the type that you would call em a thug |
| But I’m a hustler its all in my blood |
| So if its all for the cheese then I’m in it |
| My screws kinda loose so I ease to the finish |
| I hop up in the coupe feel the breeze while I’m in it |
| Blowin' smoke up out the roof from the trees that I’m spliffin' |
| Youngin' got the game on lock |
| I’m on top its a shame y’all not |
| You a lame put your brain on pot |
| Leave you wet like the rain y’all drop |
| I’m gon' rock and I ain’t gon' stop, nigga |
| Who’s the kid spittin' flames |
| Changin' the game |
| His name, its wiz khalifa man |
| From the home of the brick |
| Where they know for the cake |
| The place, that steel city damn |
| I got that Pittsburgh sound |
| And Imma always hold pittsburgh down |
| Its Wiz Khalifa man |
| You cant tell by now |
| Pittsburgh Imma swell my town |
| That steel city damn |
| Roll rubber you don’t know who you dealin' with |
| Oh so innocent but flows so billigant |
| My spit games like a 44 killin' shit |
| Know your man warm but the young ball killin' shit |
| Realist shit and your main wife dig me |
| Game try and hit me |
| Kick game like 50 cent |
| Niggas wanna play games I quickly |
| Mob with a squad that will bang y’all wit' me |
| And they want the kid still hurtin' |
| Hundred niggas wit hammers |
| Yea that’s wat I call a steal curtain |
| I handle my time and still work it |
| Put in work couple mil. |
| worth in |
| And I’m from Pittsburgh where the green |
| And the eatin' is good |
| Where the fiends do everything in the hood |
| Everyday is like a war so my soldiers ride fatiguesin the hood |
| And we gettin' all the green like we should |
| You know yea |