Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pour Tha Martini, artist - Wu-BlockDate of issue: 26.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pour Tha Martini |
| Clarks is lighty scuffed, need a new pair |
| Jacob Javits Center, Wu and Snoop there |
| D-Block pull up, olive green drops |
| The interior suede, cuz that’s boss crock |
| Air fresheners hang, the joint is sold out |
| To capacity, this young bitch keep asking me |
| «Can I suck your dick?», «Not now, shorty» |
| «Maybe after the show, just hold fast for me» |
| Ferocious bangles, birds on both arms |
| I’m jew-eled out like a box of Lucky Charms |
| On stage, two treadmills, a pull-up bar |
| Involved with the lights to give it that red feel |
| Feeling like Bruce Wayne, making up for never making the prom |
| Ma, you chilling? |
| The belt glow in the dark |
| Where my aunt stays, batteries gone |
| That’s when I pull a forty out for Ason |
| Wu-Block, I’m from a gun play habitat |
| Let me run into Nicki, I’m smashing that |
| What you know about the ratchet in your mother mouth |
| Killah banging the neck, with two rubbers out |
| (Man, that’s murder, you fuck with Wu-Block, now that’s murder) |
| Shout out to Ason (yeah) |
| Aiyo, Ghost, I’m going in, family (go ‘head, get ‘em) |
| Feel me, son (yeah) |
| Sheek and Ghost Deini, aiyo, Cap, pour that bitch a martini |
| Loosen her up, fuck it, pour Goose in her cup |
| Tell her chill, cuz the Gods is here |
| Big money in this place, I’m balling when I’m leaving out of Chase |
| Red diamonds on a Freddy Kruger face |
| I don’t get pat down, you know what’s on the waist |
| I don’t mean jazz when I say I count base |
| Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers |
| Bumped into my high school teachers |
| They said I wouldn’t be nothing, sitting on the bleachers |
| Now I’m sitting in the Phantom, trynna figure out the features |
| I’m a big fish now, I watch for the leeches |
| Aiyo, I jump on stage with my dick in my hand |
| I’m a Park Hill nigga, straight from Shaolin |
| New York is the borough where I pump my rocks at |
| Bitch ass niggas where I dump my Glocks at |
| I don’t have to get dip, I’m known and flossy |
| I’m known everywhere like Remedy Rossy |
| Never say shit, I’m hard and cocky |
| Too hot for these tracks, wash this summer |
| Go hard for the hood from Allentown to Sumner |
| Yeah, nigga, what, I’m just one of us |
| For all my jail niggas, that feel wondrous |
| Fuck a fat bitch, with a thunder butt |
| Mad groupie love, too caliente |
| Mahogany, polly with Sin Jay |
| My nigga Ghost Rider, King Sheek Louch |
| I’m in the fly spotlight with that Papoose |