Tytuł: Seasons of da' Vick

• Wykonawca: Cappadonna
• Wyświetleń: 216

  
   [Intro: Cappadonna]
  Season of Da' Vick...
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South
  Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about
  So yo, stop all the ego trippin'
  Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it
  The analog rapper start riftin'
  Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen
  Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin'
  Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin'
  Three chicks walked across the street switchin'
  You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition
  Don' came around the block with the deep dish in
  This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin'
  Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin'
  I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong)
  Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin'
  
  [Interlude: Cappadonna]
  Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on?
  Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick...
  The streets is still watching...
  
  [Cappadonna]
  I'm a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga
  You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga
  Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga
  We came that liquor
  Weed, digi and cars we just that particular
  Put down ya darts it the extracurricular
  Poppy Wardrobe King, I'm thinkin' bout stickin' ya
  Wherever ya ho be at, I'mma stick my dick in her
  Bust ya guns off if you love how I'm gettin' ya
  Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular
  Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular
  Fuck Beans, none of ya'll niggas can get with us
  
  [Lounge Mode]
  Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains
  Like guns, like M-1s and nice change
  When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name
  Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang
  See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain
  Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang
  And I was brought up to, respect my elders
  Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder
  A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig
  Respect my moms and respect my kids
  Cuz if you don't, then I got to disrespect ya crib
  And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig
  Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke
  'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes
  Bandana on my wrists, but I ain't claimin' no set
  Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke
  I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep
  Cop that yae shit and come down, I'm back on the street
  Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I'll kill for five
  And if you'se a bad boy, I'm killin' ya pride
  Two in the five, push like eight in ya side
  Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga
  
  [Outro: Cappadonna]
  Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on?
  Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick...
  Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick...
  Yeah, muthafucka...