Bad Boy On Death Row
(专辑: Kairi Chanel - 2016)
[Dave East:] I
welcome ya'll to greatness You now witnessing a
legend Real nigga shit Uh, I've seen it all from a
crackhead living room Never get in tune with negative vibes Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I
glance Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance Finger fucking til my palm hurt, I
came with the
plan [The Game:] I
came with a
Glock, bullets run out, niggas getting socked off top We were selling dope, like we was from the
rock Off pot, hanging out the
Cutlass letting off shots Bill Clinton getting head, you bugging, you think I'm not [Dave East:] Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your wifey at IHOP Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster Interrogations keep coming back, shit feel like karma They add grams, now I
moving with Benz, ain't talking contra [The Game:] Verse-y, Lord have mercy on a
nigga riding in the
Mercy With some Hershey and she from Marcy The
brain Bosley, nigga fucking no Bill Cosby Samsung, champagne spilling on it beside me Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the
lobby [Dave East:] I
missed the
Met Gala, eating linguine with the
best scallops Shit, I
knew we was the
best before I
met Khaled Chasing lettuce out here looking for the
next salad I'm from the
East Side of Harlem, we never stress valance Checks piling, black shades wave the
Tech smiling Nautica trunks, a
hundred blunts on the
next island [The Game:] My neck styling, 5
karats on the
angel wings Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a
Compton thing Don't make me switch ribs, hop in the
ghost like it's Halloween Run up on a
con spitting ether like I
am out of Queens Walk up on a
nigga, broad day, take him out of things Leave him like Barkley, make him play the
block without a
ring Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and gasoline RIP to Yams, when we in Harlem cooking collard greens I
start tripping, it's like Future when he out of lean And I
don't do construction but this hammer hanging out my jeans And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of memes You can run on Instagram, but can't outrun the
beam, nigga [Dave East:] Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp I
run it like Barry Sanders, the
Spanish Meyer Lansky Hoodlum, my alliances out in Brooklyn We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the
lord, took 'em A
hundred bookies, betting on Golden State Fiends sniffing 8
balls as I
watched his face go in that plate [The Game:] What he snorting up? Cutting wire taps, you ain't recording us Fresh pair of J's, and stilla fuck Michael Jordan up Go to jail, smack CO's and tell the
warden, “What?“ My niggas at your crib, but your daughter underwater stuck Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter tuck Baltimore with the
packed pockets fat as Lady Luck East! [Dave East:] Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Peter Parker Trash bags to the
ceiling, it ain't no need for talking Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a
coffin Out in my city, cameras flashing like The
Beatles walking Knocking Lenny Kravitz in the
550, ride by slow Couple my bitches slide down poles [The Game:] That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx I
see head in my future, called that like he designer Nigga called himself a
thug, but we know that he vagina The
rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call crying I'll crush your Empire, then eat your girl cookie You only good with the
hooks, Hakeem, you fucking rookie [Dave East:] Understand that ain't like nothing you ever see in your fucking life Bouncer at the
club from my block you let me tuck the
pipe You having a
problems with your spouse, cuz you ain't fuck her right I'm probably somewhere shopping for a
house to keep my comfort right Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block Fiends was up early so I
was the
first to see the
block [The Game:] East meets West my nigga They say Compton is just like Harlem, I
know that's right Soon as I
land in JFK man, had a
fucking Had a
fucker' Uber take me to muthafucking mid-town man Pick up my fucking Lambo Then I
am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox That's where I
play, Game nigga Pull the
Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there Gimme that corner table in the
back Let me get that fried chicken That cornbread come out first, smoking Real nigga shit, Compton