Iron Solomon - 44 Fours lyrics
[Iron Solomon - 44 Fours lyrics]
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
(Ya'll motherfuckers must have heard
That Jay-Z shit lets do it again)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can) well I'm gone
(Ha, check it out, yo)
Too many former criminals, turned informers
Want to pick a mic up
And try to be performers
And coming out from all four corners
Most ain't' at home on a stage
It's more foreigners
So I don't follow real formats
My formula is write what I
Feel and perform that
All I need is a beat and a four track
A fifty four and a booth to record that
A little four twenty weed and a zig-zag
Big stack of old forty fives and a six pack
And I'll be on a roll like a head crack
Break you off in four bars like a kit kat
This is food for thought
I got my squad eating
We go against all odds so the scores even
We'll be gone till' forever
When the tours leaving
I could spend the whole year
In the four seasons
Saw us preaching, speak for all races
Testifying on record like court cases
Winning over full houses like four aces
Coming home when I covered all four bases
Rap tours selling records in select stores
Collect check, stack chips like connect four
Bet it all, make ends meet out of metaphors
I'm on my way to the
Green so I'm yelling "Four!"
You've been forewarned
Now you are forearmed
Don't make me turn you into
A tattoo on a forearm
An eye for an eye, I set the score right
So if you really try to see me use foresight
And take time writing, before spitting
Never forget, that biting is forbidden
But if you and I fighting, you forfeiting
As far as mikes I'm Tyson with more rhythm
Either that or the first of four horsemen
Who fight like George Foreman but
More of a poor sportsman
You hit the ground within four rounds
Hard as a fourth quarter quarterback
Sack on fourth down
I'm more talented, more eloquent
More balanced, in all four elements
My rides four wheeled, with a Porsche feel
Chew the track up, four course meal
Eat pussy, drink forties like fruit juice
Earn green
And burn green that's all four food groups
And if four letter words are my forte
I'd say the game is fucked
But this is just foreplay ha! What the fuck
That's forty four fours in forty four bars
For ya'll motherfuckers out there!
Know what I mean? Shall I continue?!
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
(Ya'll motherfuckers must have heard
That Jay-Z shit lets do it again)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can) well I'm gone
(Ha, check it out, yo)
Too many former criminals, turned informers
Want to pick a mic up
And try to be performers
And coming out from all four corners
Most ain't' at home on a stage
It's more foreigners
So I don't follow real formats
My formula is write what I
Feel and perform that
All I need is a beat and a four track
A fifty four and a booth to record that
A little four twenty weed and a zig-zag
Big stack of old forty fives and a six pack
And I'll be on a roll like a head crack
Break you off in four bars like a kit kat
This is food for thought
I got my squad eating
We go against all odds so the scores even
We'll be gone till' forever
When the tours leaving
I could spend the whole year
In the four seasons
Saw us preaching, speak for all races
Testifying on record like court cases
Winning over full houses like four aces
Coming home when I covered all four bases
Rap tours selling records in select stores
Collect check, stack chips like connect four
Bet it all, make ends meet out of metaphors
I'm on my way to the
Green so I'm yelling "Four!"
You've been forewarned
Now you are forearmed
Don't make me turn you into
A tattoo on a forearm
An eye for an eye, I set the score right
So if you really try to see me use foresight
And take time writing, before spitting
Never forget, that biting is forbidden
But if you and I fighting, you forfeiting
As far as mikes I'm Tyson with more rhythm
Either that or the first of four horsemen
Who fight like George Foreman but
More of a poor sportsman
You hit the ground within four rounds
Hard as a fourth quarter quarterback
Sack on fourth down
I'm more talented, more eloquent
More balanced, in all four elements
My rides four wheeled, with a Porsche feel
Chew the track up, four course meal
Eat pussy, drink forties like fruit juice
Earn green
And burn green that's all four food groups
And if four letter words are my forte
I'd say the game is fucked
But this is just foreplay ha! What the fuck
That's forty four fours in forty four bars
For ya'll motherfuckers out there!
Know what I mean? Shall I continue?!