Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Notice, artist - Wu-BlockDate of issue: 26.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take Notice |
| Niggas pulled me up out the bed for this shit, man |
| Just know I got a cold, I’m coughing everywhere |
| Shaking, freezing, covers on right now |
| come on, man, yo, let me get some tea, man, throw some ginger in there |
| Word up, just telling me to throw onions and garlic in my socks |
| I ain’t with all that, hand me some Theraflu, some Nyquil or something |
| Youknowhatimsaying? |
| I gotta do what I gotta do though, voice scratching and all |
| I gotta get those coins, I need coins right now, yo |
| It’s what it is, check me out, yo, aiyo |
| You can catch me on G-Street, snowflake fur on |
| Cubaned out, neck looking all beastie |
| Don’t pass me the blunt, I’m cooling, sixteen hundred grams |
| On his concrete land, it’s moving |
| From here to La Cienaga, I do hood yoga |
| I pull muscles counting money, need a new shoulder |
| Bitches circle round me on the block, I’m bossed up |
| I ain’t stabbing nothing less she got a horse butt |
| Fuck her on the side of the building, that’s a 'walnut' |
| She pregnant, ten minutes ago, she had a small gut |
| One apostle, Cuban Link skit |
| Montana Medellin, blowing both nostrils |
| Stick up kids stay away, Shaolin is far from your Emerald City |
| Call it Ox Town, trust me, I give you fifty |
| V necks on a different level |
| Staple your collar bone, you don’t want no bass treble |
| I feel murder in the air, yeah, where my soldiers |
| Where the hood at? |
| Bring 'em out, need ya’ll to hold us |
| We go marching til the whole entire world take notice |
| Wu-Block, take notice, Wu-Block, take notice |
| I’m dreaming, at the bar with Barack’s wife |
| Nancy Reagan making shots for us, TMZ sent they source |
| Hillary said I frighten her |
| Alarm go off, choking off the teeth whitener |
| I’m Don-Don, Daily News, fitted be true blue |
| I don’t gang bang, but my niggas be Su-Wu |
| It’s only a few niggas in the game that I’m true to |
| She mad I won’t fuck her, go wash that poo-poo |
| Yo, Starks, tell Vel to book more suits |
| Aiyo, Vel, tell L to call more treats |
| Snow bunnies, house wives of Orange County |
| We gun smoking bonanzas, with no bounty |
| See me? |
| My chain lower than your GPA |
| See them shooters in that building? |
| They hear to stay |
| Said you getting that for cheaper, well, what you pay? |
| Sometimes I feel like Naughty, Hip Hop Hooray |