Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under Pressure, artist - Young Droop
Date of issue: 12.11.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Under Pressure |
*talikng* |
Fuck ya’ll niggas |
Comin' from me |
Check it out |
Ha Haaaaaaa uh |
Ay, check it out |
All Microsoftware ass niggas |
Softer than a baby’s ass |
That’s what my brother Scooby told me |
Gotta watch out for ya’ll muthafuckas |
Tryin' to give it up for the town |
Ya’ll bitch ass niggas tryin' to hold everything down |
Ain’t that a bout a bitch |
You know what I’m talkin' about |
My nigga told me about ya’ll type a niggas |
I still love ya’ll though |
It’s the nigga ya love to hate |
YGD, check it out, check it out |
Chorus: 2X |
You gotta bring it to my niggas |
That figure that what they doin' and pursuin' is affectin' |
The reason you dissin' and wishin' that they come up missin' |
Because I got everybody and they mother under pressure |
I gotta let it be know |
I’m in the zone, gone, blown |
Tryin' to beat the nigga |
That was independent from the beginnin' |
You bet that I’m a win when I’m finished |
Niggas and bitches be trippin' |
Becuase I got the cum on the titties |
Do I fit the description |
Muthafucka that’s the reason why |
You filled with so much tension |
Cuz I’m here with the couple’s |
Individual switchin' |
Tryin' to get together |
But anotha nigga dissin' |
I’m ready for the battle |
With no matter whatever |
You better be clever |
Nigga use your thoughts |
Now nigga who’s the boss |
Nigga look who you crossed |
A muthafuckin' sav |
Nigga yo whole crew took the loss |
I think ya better beware |
Before you try to make a move |
Everybody bringin' a pistol |
What you tryin' to prove |
Do what you doin' |
Cuz you the one that’s slipin' like a foo |
And I guarantee that for doom |
Until the Hollywood terror |
You need the weapon |
That was packed up in the skeleton |
For way too many years |
Whenever they comin' to kill all my niggas |
And feel that all I wanna do is make a few things clear |
Well fuck' em, fuck 'em |
I hate it when I’m hated |
Because I gotta be separated for the nation |
I try to be patient |
But niggas be trippin' |
And switchin', actin' like bitches |
But look at the individual they facin' |
Cali Co lyrical Jason |
I recommend for you to get to runnin' |
Because I’m comin' to snatch ya |
I’m at ya |
My lyrical, miracle flow |
Is takin' you and your ho |
To another dimension |
Leavin' you lost |
The sickest nigga ever to come out the Valley District |
Take it like you don’t want everyone to know I broke your record |
The reason you dissin' and wishin' that they come up missin' |
Because I got everybody and they mother under pressure |
Got em' under pressure |
I gotta be down because I’m Northbound |
And givin' it up for the town |
To all the liquor drinkin' niggas in the hood |
Tryin' to put the Valley on the map |
And people tell me what I’m doin' is good |
And keep it real like I should |
Homies wanna come and give me that |
Heard of a couple of sacks |
Back to back |
To make a nigga wonder why |
Then I take it to another level |
Just tell me whatever you do |
Stay on the mic |
And better keep comin' tight |
But I love to represent niggas |
I know they hate that I’m hated |
So now they wanna try and put me to the test |
But I shoot 'em to the left |
Because I got positive people tellin' me |
Droopy you are dealin' with the best |
Now nigga what the fuck is next |
Niggas got love for this shit |
Like when and whenever dawg |
A competition for Nike |
Is supposed to be out to get riches |
I’m the individual with the biggest balls |
Run up with the hog, yippy ya’ll |
Like my nigga from the mob |
Told me, «Little brother you gotta do the job» |
Is gonna take someone like you |
To give a sample like an example |
With the Valley |
Then they’ll treat you like a God |
The niggas that’s bigga than life |
The can’t even up with the price |
Put this shit I deliver bringin' to the table |
But look what I’m in it |
I have to go independent |
Official Kritikal Rekords my own label |
Leave the niggas fucked up and disabled |
You ain’t know I’m flowin' and blowin' up |
Was a Killa Valley entertainer |
To all the rest of you local muthafuckas |
Watchin' for danger |
Nigga to the mic you a stranger |
They got me rappin' outta anger |
Makin' it mandatory to put you in your place |
Whenever you find a rebel that’s on my level |
Like the devil I’m a come heated |
Spit fire in his face |
I got 'em under pressure |
*talking* |
Slash Killa Valley Entertainment uh |
You know what I’m talkin' about |
That’s what the fuck I’m talkin' about |
Crazy eight’s |
Once again my nigga |
Militia boy |
That’s my new shit my nigga |