Kembe X, Monster Mike - Soul Fever lyrics
[Kembe X, Monster Mike - Soul Fever lyrics]
It's The Villageee it's the Village
I used to rock the Olive Green
5s and Nudie Capri trousers
Bragged on how I rapped
But refusing to freestyle but was not lying
Chill with The Village and see how
We do YOLO shit
Create masterpieces in 3 hours
Boy it's been one hell of a winter
Now picture this
With my niggas up in the crib
Spittin verses about flipping bricks
All for fun, the world knows we're more
Concerned about licking tit's
And drinking soft liquor
Spitting them lyrics that give 'em fit's
And um
It's 2012, I give a fuck if we dyin'
She do the dicks and say she love us
Give a fuck if she lyin' say you rap
Don't play your shit? Bruh
Cut the fuckery down
I was too fat when I ain't rap
Them bitches fuck with me now
If he hatin' on the squad
We bring insane pain to that niggas (head)
Headed out to California
Bumping "Stain Gang With That Village"
Teachers laughed at me, ain't pass me
I had 3DP and now I laugh each time I
Glance up at my GED
So put your hands in the air if you feel good
And your middle fingers up if you pissed
We all know life is a bitch
But it's also a bad one
Plus you'd be hella dead if
You ain't never had one
Get up off your ass son, go get you some shit
Instead of sitting here bitching about
Your issues and shit
Them niggas never send it up as
Thoroughly as The Vill would
So put them fuckin hands in the
Air if you feel good
It's young #Michael
I used to rob niggas for young iPhones
The stain god i fuck with Based God
He changed my life though
I still get high though
Niggas knowin', it ain't no thing
Fakest grill, I be off the chain
Hella veggies it ain't no wings
I'm just playing, they're so plain
I'm so stain, we so paid
Swagger Village, on the real bitch
We too ill bitch what you saying?
I be saying the words that
Rhyme with the other words
Rapping Genius, in other words
Filming genius, I love the Swervin'
Off the Smokes, make them slugs curve in
She's a Mike virgin?
That's alright, we'll be F Wordin'
Do it raw but now I be Suparaw
Spit it til niggas stupid on
Fuckin with hella groupies
Just tryna see what the group be on
Cause I be known' the girls be hella goin'
I try to tell my homie
My homie don't be folding'
But I ain't finna hold him
I'm tryna hold this reefer
On chief, cause I've been a chiefer
I'd pay for it but this cheaper yep!
So put your hands in the air if you feel good
And your middle fingers up if you pissed
We all know life is a bitch
But it's also a bad one
Plus you'd be hella dead if
You ain't never had one
Get up off your ass son, go get you some shit
Instead of sitting here bitching about
Your issues and shit
Them niggas never send it up as
Thoroughly as The Vill would
So put them fuckin hands in the
Air if you feel good
I used to rock the Olive Green
5s and Nudie Capri trousers
Bragged on how I rapped
But refusing to freestyle but was not lying
Chill with The Village and see how
We do YOLO shit
Create masterpieces in 3 hours
Boy it's been one hell of a winter
Now picture this
With my niggas up in the crib
Spittin verses about flipping bricks
All for fun, the world knows we're more
Concerned about licking tit's
And drinking soft liquor
Spitting them lyrics that give 'em fit's
And um
It's 2012, I give a fuck if we dyin'
She do the dicks and say she love us
Give a fuck if she lyin' say you rap
Don't play your shit? Bruh
Cut the fuckery down
I was too fat when I ain't rap
Them bitches fuck with me now
If he hatin' on the squad
We bring insane pain to that niggas (head)
Headed out to California
Bumping "Stain Gang With That Village"
Teachers laughed at me, ain't pass me
I had 3DP and now I laugh each time I
Glance up at my GED
So put your hands in the air if you feel good
And your middle fingers up if you pissed
We all know life is a bitch
But it's also a bad one
Plus you'd be hella dead if
You ain't never had one
Get up off your ass son, go get you some shit
Instead of sitting here bitching about
Your issues and shit
Them niggas never send it up as
Thoroughly as The Vill would
So put them fuckin hands in the
Air if you feel good
It's young #Michael
I used to rob niggas for young iPhones
The stain god i fuck with Based God
He changed my life though
I still get high though
Niggas knowin', it ain't no thing
Fakest grill, I be off the chain
Hella veggies it ain't no wings
I'm just playing, they're so plain
I'm so stain, we so paid
Swagger Village, on the real bitch
We too ill bitch what you saying?
I be saying the words that
Rhyme with the other words
Rapping Genius, in other words
Filming genius, I love the Swervin'
Off the Smokes, make them slugs curve in
She's a Mike virgin?
That's alright, we'll be F Wordin'
Do it raw but now I be Suparaw
Spit it til niggas stupid on
Fuckin with hella groupies
Just tryna see what the group be on
Cause I be known' the girls be hella goin'
I try to tell my homie
My homie don't be folding'
But I ain't finna hold him
I'm tryna hold this reefer
On chief, cause I've been a chiefer
I'd pay for it but this cheaper yep!
So put your hands in the air if you feel good
And your middle fingers up if you pissed
We all know life is a bitch
But it's also a bad one
Plus you'd be hella dead if
You ain't never had one
Get up off your ass son, go get you some shit
Instead of sitting here bitching about
Your issues and shit
Them niggas never send it up as
Thoroughly as The Vill would
So put them fuckin hands in the
Air if you feel good