Capone-N-Noreaga - Grand Royal lyrics
[Capone-N-Noreaga - Grand Royal lyrics]
Primo! (Premier) cNN (CNN, Channel 10 hah)
You thought we wasn't gonna
Do it again nigga?
(We gotta do it again, y'heard?)
It's history in the making baby
(Once again, historia)
Back to the motherfucking game!
Aiyyo it started from "The War Report"
Talked about the war we fought
Slime got locked and came
Home to "The Reunion"
Eight years later, new religion of communion
Channel 10, and once again keep your TVs on
YouTube distributed, iPhone equipped with it
MySpace can get with it, beef gone
Did your bid
I mean digital, lifetime criminal
I feel invincible, I feel invisible
Cause you niggas can't see where I come from
The diddy dum, the gun where you run from
NOR basically with 'Pone make greatfully
Music, I think you dudes
Should be thanking me
The hole in the gap man, we done filled
And it's only been a
Drought cause Primo chilled
But stick up kids still out to tax
And them damn gas prices
Need to fucking relax "CNN", "CNN"
"CNN, we're like the Grand Royal"
"CNN", "CNN" "The Reunion, a brand new cut"
"CNN", "CNN" "We're like the Grand Royal"
"On the microphone, word up"
Yeah, yo, see money is power
Power put the fear in a nigga heart
A high school dropout but
I'm mainly trigger smart
Einstein of the corner
I learned to cold trade
Low fade, half-moon park to get mo' paid
Take a walk with me
All white Air One Nikes on
Through the land of gun
Slingers and pipe dons
I'm parallel to hell with ice on
Stones is canary
A thousand pennyweights of the Virgin Mary
I draw that big burner
Might cause a solar eclipse
A true thug's prophecy, money over a bitch
Get consignment on a ki'
That's hitting that hood lotto
Do right by your niggas
Bet nothing but good follow
Tip your glass up
Salute and have a toast to your enemies
Every nigga locked in the pen is a kin to me
Crowding at 9-5
I don't need no problem with troopers
Cause they even do you dirty
With money like Frank Lucas
The recession got niggas wilding
Out on the max and the mediums in regular
Jails is cold facts
And niggas back home ain't doing good either
They foreclosed on homes
No home grown neither now everybody hurting
Walk around with the zombie face
Hit the marines or hit the army place
Aiyyo I bang Rugers
Used to have a fetish for revolvers
Till I squeezed off the MAC-10
It made me heartless gang bangers love me
Throw it up like they nauseous
Bitches say I'm gorgeous
Now they say I'm lawless
I'm a true heat holder, gun toter, keep coca
And turn them feet skinny like Al Roker, yeah
You thought we wasn't gonna
Do it again nigga?
(We gotta do it again, y'heard?)
It's history in the making baby
(Once again, historia)
Back to the motherfucking game!
Aiyyo it started from "The War Report"
Talked about the war we fought
Slime got locked and came
Home to "The Reunion"
Eight years later, new religion of communion
Channel 10, and once again keep your TVs on
YouTube distributed, iPhone equipped with it
MySpace can get with it, beef gone
Did your bid
I mean digital, lifetime criminal
I feel invincible, I feel invisible
Cause you niggas can't see where I come from
The diddy dum, the gun where you run from
NOR basically with 'Pone make greatfully
Music, I think you dudes
Should be thanking me
The hole in the gap man, we done filled
And it's only been a
Drought cause Primo chilled
But stick up kids still out to tax
And them damn gas prices
Need to fucking relax "CNN", "CNN"
"CNN, we're like the Grand Royal"
"CNN", "CNN" "The Reunion, a brand new cut"
"CNN", "CNN" "We're like the Grand Royal"
"On the microphone, word up"
Yeah, yo, see money is power
Power put the fear in a nigga heart
A high school dropout but
I'm mainly trigger smart
Einstein of the corner
I learned to cold trade
Low fade, half-moon park to get mo' paid
Take a walk with me
All white Air One Nikes on
Through the land of gun
Slingers and pipe dons
I'm parallel to hell with ice on
Stones is canary
A thousand pennyweights of the Virgin Mary
I draw that big burner
Might cause a solar eclipse
A true thug's prophecy, money over a bitch
Get consignment on a ki'
That's hitting that hood lotto
Do right by your niggas
Bet nothing but good follow
Tip your glass up
Salute and have a toast to your enemies
Every nigga locked in the pen is a kin to me
Crowding at 9-5
I don't need no problem with troopers
Cause they even do you dirty
With money like Frank Lucas
The recession got niggas wilding
Out on the max and the mediums in regular
Jails is cold facts
And niggas back home ain't doing good either
They foreclosed on homes
No home grown neither now everybody hurting
Walk around with the zombie face
Hit the marines or hit the army place
Aiyyo I bang Rugers
Used to have a fetish for revolvers
Till I squeezed off the MAC-10
It made me heartless gang bangers love me
Throw it up like they nauseous
Bitches say I'm gorgeous
Now they say I'm lawless
I'm a true heat holder, gun toter, keep coca
And turn them feet skinny like Al Roker, yeah