Chester P - If You Go Down lyrics
[Chester P - If You Go Down lyrics]
Me and them we ain't the same bre'
I'll be thinking lots of shit
So cold it makes my brain freeze
Say the word and I change speed
Came where the pain feeds
Indeed David Blain of the game please
Tryna say we're the same league
Came to take fate in a trained siege
Wait 'till I say "three"
Then I'll beat you with your grey ski's
Make sure your face bleeds
Take a polaroid and make you say cheese
You're in a daydream
I ain't gonna make peace with fake G's
I make P's when I break beats
I shake seats on these fake fiends
I take streets to a great beat
Fake imitate me my speech reach out
For the back streets where an aches fat beat
Taps drums to my rap sheets
Then I slap freak bars on a phat beat
Never act sweet I rap deep never pack heat
And they attack peace with whack speak
I practische for the fat teach
Cat speaks for the back streets
Got a white face but I'm a black sheep
I fight days and attack weeks
I blaze to attract sleep and it's that deep
Driven by ambition in a black Jeep
Sitting with the reaper in the back seat
The fans fiend for my rap team
Back for the kill
Bring the illest and I'll bring 'em a bag see
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today you'll find me waiting
I'm half animal, half man sporadical
Rapper who rap flammable
Cannibal from the capital fam
Fight mechanical mandem'll slam grammatical
Hannibal slang fanatical
Plan of attack to radical lands
I'm mechanical and damaged my glands
All kind of all cannibal clans
Make you vanish in vans
They jam with the man
With the stranglers hands
Wearing Wrangler brands from head to toe
And try and handle your grams
Now gradually could battle your plans
Fatalities hands
My slang bangs like a battering ram
My gravity happily slams any raggedy ams
My strategy rapidly brings
Back realities plans
Canopy sanity stands up to battle the shams
Gonna rain down below before
The clarity stands to crush
Parody plans organically anarchy slams vanity
Hands that are calamity mad
But mandatory bang for galaxies had
In my minds galleries fam
In the alley with cams and
Young Valery battery amped
Running with the man out of Galilee
Battle me fam
That'll be as bad as you packing a
Strap in the back of a cab
With Mickey plus Mallory
To stick Travis Picky for his
Whole days salary mad
I'm too heavy you can blame
It on the calories
Rap radical cannibal gwop for my family fam
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
I might be waiting with a kick
To tear your face off
If you go down to the hood
Today to the hood today
To the hood today to the hood today
I'll be thinking lots of shit
So cold it makes my brain freeze
Say the word and I change speed
Came where the pain feeds
Indeed David Blain of the game please
Tryna say we're the same league
Came to take fate in a trained siege
Wait 'till I say "three"
Then I'll beat you with your grey ski's
Make sure your face bleeds
Take a polaroid and make you say cheese
You're in a daydream
I ain't gonna make peace with fake G's
I make P's when I break beats
I shake seats on these fake fiends
I take streets to a great beat
Fake imitate me my speech reach out
For the back streets where an aches fat beat
Taps drums to my rap sheets
Then I slap freak bars on a phat beat
Never act sweet I rap deep never pack heat
And they attack peace with whack speak
I practische for the fat teach
Cat speaks for the back streets
Got a white face but I'm a black sheep
I fight days and attack weeks
I blaze to attract sleep and it's that deep
Driven by ambition in a black Jeep
Sitting with the reaper in the back seat
The fans fiend for my rap team
Back for the kill
Bring the illest and I'll bring 'em a bag see
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today you'll find me waiting
I'm half animal, half man sporadical
Rapper who rap flammable
Cannibal from the capital fam
Fight mechanical mandem'll slam grammatical
Hannibal slang fanatical
Plan of attack to radical lands
I'm mechanical and damaged my glands
All kind of all cannibal clans
Make you vanish in vans
They jam with the man
With the stranglers hands
Wearing Wrangler brands from head to toe
And try and handle your grams
Now gradually could battle your plans
Fatalities hands
My slang bangs like a battering ram
My gravity happily slams any raggedy ams
My strategy rapidly brings
Back realities plans
Canopy sanity stands up to battle the shams
Gonna rain down below before
The clarity stands to crush
Parody plans organically anarchy slams vanity
Hands that are calamity mad
But mandatory bang for galaxies had
In my minds galleries fam
In the alley with cams and
Young Valery battery amped
Running with the man out of Galilee
Battle me fam
That'll be as bad as you packing a
Strap in the back of a cab
With Mickey plus Mallory
To stick Travis Picky for his
Whole days salary mad
I'm too heavy you can blame
It on the calories
Rap radical cannibal gwop for my family fam
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
If you go down to the hood
Today I might be waiting
I might be waiting with a kick
To tear your face off
If you go down to the hood
Today to the hood today
To the hood today to the hood today