Nash, Hall - Pat La Fontaine lyrics
[Nash, Hall - Pat La Fontaine lyrics]
Yeah, Hall and Nash nigga
Free all the real niggas
Rest in peace to all the real niggas
Murder shit nigga
Get down or lay down bitch nigga
You know what it is nigga
You already know nigga
Uh, uh, I got shooters of the roof
Body you, bring back a finger for proof
I pull up with somethin' missin' a roof
A fifth of deuce
My bitches say daddy you got the juice
My kicks was a deuce, now 200 true wax burner
Swish or a Goose, I'm the truth
The official niggas salute
I kill everything Daringer produce
Smokin' Cali with the sun out
Cop pulled me over
I ain't put the blunt out
Said he heard the riot when I spun out
I got a call, said my work is finna run out
All my kicks I get a
Month before they come out
Pull a drum out and rung out
Knock a lung out
They sayin' Reject is too evil
The Cuban is two kilos, I'm the new Sigel
Tell them bitch niggas how to look
I pistol whip you then piss
In your double cup
Fuck it, give you the whole drum
Nigga I'm easy to find
You know where I'm from
Niggas sellin' hard, gettin' paid easy
Armani V-Neck, grey Yeezy
It's the SE gang, gun long
As a hockey stick, pat La Fontaine
Aye yo ringside, Pacquiao
Mayweather
Yeezy boots, Tom Ford grey leather
All navy baby tech spray better
My work costs more cuz it tastes better
The Reese's is sly greens
The pig bacon and Thai peas
The Miguels, the Pops
Mayo jars layin' in the pot
Told the fiends
"the bell broke" so they knock
My Louis straight on the rocks
Bitches see the big chains so they flock
Beat the nigga in B block with a mop
Supreme bucket on like a sailor
At Bergdorf gettin' tailored
Wrist on ice like the Whalers
You better watch what they sell ya
I'll bet that bullshit don't swim
My connects shootin' bricks with no rim
This nigga paid me with a '010
Smoke it out a can, nigga no stem
I'm fuckin' filthy, real niggas can feel me
Kill me and leave me alone, I'm in the ring
Versace vest, Razor Ramon
With a razor under the tongue
Raise the eight and you're done
Shit, they say they're dipped in sauce
A nugget ain't a nugget
'til it's dipped in sauce motherfucker
You know what it is sE gang bang
Bang motherfucker this what it
Is what up Chine
Gun? Gunner pap pap, and all
That shit, Conway yeah
Westside Gunn we from the
Slums buff time baby
Free all the real niggas
Rest in peace to all the real niggas
Murder shit nigga
Get down or lay down bitch nigga
You know what it is nigga
You already know nigga
Uh, uh, I got shooters of the roof
Body you, bring back a finger for proof
I pull up with somethin' missin' a roof
A fifth of deuce
My bitches say daddy you got the juice
My kicks was a deuce, now 200 true wax burner
Swish or a Goose, I'm the truth
The official niggas salute
I kill everything Daringer produce
Smokin' Cali with the sun out
Cop pulled me over
I ain't put the blunt out
Said he heard the riot when I spun out
I got a call, said my work is finna run out
All my kicks I get a
Month before they come out
Pull a drum out and rung out
Knock a lung out
They sayin' Reject is too evil
The Cuban is two kilos, I'm the new Sigel
Tell them bitch niggas how to look
I pistol whip you then piss
In your double cup
Fuck it, give you the whole drum
Nigga I'm easy to find
You know where I'm from
Niggas sellin' hard, gettin' paid easy
Armani V-Neck, grey Yeezy
It's the SE gang, gun long
As a hockey stick, pat La Fontaine
Aye yo ringside, Pacquiao
Mayweather
Yeezy boots, Tom Ford grey leather
All navy baby tech spray better
My work costs more cuz it tastes better
The Reese's is sly greens
The pig bacon and Thai peas
The Miguels, the Pops
Mayo jars layin' in the pot
Told the fiends
"the bell broke" so they knock
My Louis straight on the rocks
Bitches see the big chains so they flock
Beat the nigga in B block with a mop
Supreme bucket on like a sailor
At Bergdorf gettin' tailored
Wrist on ice like the Whalers
You better watch what they sell ya
I'll bet that bullshit don't swim
My connects shootin' bricks with no rim
This nigga paid me with a '010
Smoke it out a can, nigga no stem
I'm fuckin' filthy, real niggas can feel me
Kill me and leave me alone, I'm in the ring
Versace vest, Razor Ramon
With a razor under the tongue
Raise the eight and you're done
Shit, they say they're dipped in sauce
A nugget ain't a nugget
'til it's dipped in sauce motherfucker
You know what it is sE gang bang
Bang motherfucker this what it
Is what up Chine
Gun? Gunner pap pap, and all
That shit, Conway yeah
Westside Gunn we from the
Slums buff time baby