King Los - Reppin lyrics

I’m throwing up my hood in every
City that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn
This is my confession
As the world turns I’m just
Doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one
For that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

LOS! I’m out that back up, back up
Get away from the blaka blaka
Get it straight niggas need to get a cake
Get the crack in the day
Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay
Where they hug blocks, buww shots
Hustle all day, scream fuck cops
Run shots, hitting in the hole
Niggas ain't never had enough guap
What pops? household?
Niggas ain't never had a whole house
Lights off, rent due
Landlord said we gotta roll out
And it's cold out, what the fuck
Roll out, button up zone out, toughen up
No doubt, fuck is up
Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes
Push squares on blocks
Then flip them like a rubiks cube!
Before I took a milli it
Was silly on the beat keep it trilly
Man my niggas had a milli in the streets
Theres some things about my past
That feel really incomplete
But, if you stomping me to death
You couldn’t kill me with defeat
I’m from Baltimore city ain't
Nobody stopping this flight
Best rapper alive, you don’t like it
We could fist fight

I’m throwing up my hood in every
City that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn
This is my confession
As the world turns I’m just
Doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one
For that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

Uh ok, I’m from where that drama come
Around just like karma come
Back around, just ask around
No backing down, we palm a gun
I’ve been on my money chase
Momma hear them commas come
So I could fill up banks at the crib
Like I’m Carlton
I got the will to survive and they can’t live
The bitches switch characters on
Niggas like Aunt Viv
The Crown Ain't Safe, yall niggas just dense
Yall want to know who took it
I left you Fresh Prince
Flip that shit, till I get that coupe
Hit that stripper to get that loot
Whip that soda on the side
Yea that chicken noodle soup
Make them fiends harlem shake
But they never fall down
I’m the big deal from a small town