Kool Savas, Lumidee - One for lumi lyrics
Savas Yurderi
[Kool Savas, Lumidee - One for lumi lyrics]
Yo, I'm doing this one for the streets
To them Bitches on the watch
Niggas on the Block you know, for the Hood
This one's for the Hood
Tell me what you see, takin' over me
Nothing but the greed
It's all that i need now!
Chasin' after green, do this music thing
Got to be stingy no one's takin' me down!
Once I'm on the top, I
Bet that I won't flop
Your girl is gonna knock
To the next Century now!
Believe that I'll go pop
Country or go rock, r&b
Hip hop it's all Lumidee Style!
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Nah
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Was wollt ihr von mir?
Ich komm und PopOp Rhymes in dein Ass
Keiner nimmt mir den Titel ab
Bis ichs Mic wieder pass, bitch
Ich bin heut dis
Wo von du immer geträumt hast
Hol jetzt mit 28 nach
Was ich mit 14 versäumt hab
Ihr seid keine Konkurenz
No! Ihr seid meine Fans
Und ich schieß auf das
Instrumental wie ne Uzi, dis is gangsta
Nicht, was ihr Punks behauptet
Mein Tempo ist unglaublich
Ich bin auf Tracks mit Amis und
Es nimmt sich überhaupt nichts, oh
Ihr habt lang genug gewartet
Doch Daddy is Home
Ich hab lang genug gewartet, bin ready to go
10 Minuten, 16 Zeilen
Nur ein Take und ich komm aus der Kabine
Frag dich welcher Beat der nächste ist
Ich schreibe nicht für Cash
Ich schreib um alles zu zerreißen
Denn wenn ich nichts schreibe
Bin ich zuhause und fühl mich scheiße
Ich weiß nicht wovon du redest
Optik ist das Label ihr könnt gerne haten
Doch wir werden groß und hart wie ein Penis
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Nah
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Nooo
Now stop, look, listen, invision
Me switchin up my style the
Talents' just a given
Ain't never heard no shit like
This cuz i designed it (come on)
Steppin' up their game upgraded
To the finest who gives a fuck if bitches on
The block don't feel me
Them be the same hoes lookin for
A sitter for the show
(mommy where you going?)
Fuck them all though (why?)
Cuz they good for nothing
But if my niggas need some blow
Bet they good for something
I got goals to reach plus foes to beat
So believe i'm more tha focused
When i roam the street
I got a mic and a dream
And a fuckin tight team
And who the fuck can stop us
With the right amount of cream yeah
I'm nothing but trouble better
Find me a muzzle
I'm about to lock and hold keep
It tight like a huddle so harlem stand up
Young'n pull your pants up
Cuz the girls on her grind
And i got my plans up
Fuckin bitches couldn't touch this
Let alone crush it
So stay in your place while
I'm building up my budget
I had to rush it cuz time is money
And i don't play too many games
Don't come at me funny
So to the haters don't waste your time
If you don't like the way i
Sing then you feelin my rhymes
Don't think the flow is tight
But the girl can write
Don't fit up i the booth jump out produce
So who's the truth (come on man)
Believe it's me
The girls all need necessity and luxury
So just bop ya head to this
Feel it to the fullest
If you don't (pop pop)
Believe it you go feel
It through them bullets
To them Bitches on the watch
Niggas on the Block you know, for the Hood
This one's for the Hood
Tell me what you see, takin' over me
Nothing but the greed
It's all that i need now!
Chasin' after green, do this music thing
Got to be stingy no one's takin' me down!
Once I'm on the top, I
Bet that I won't flop
Your girl is gonna knock
To the next Century now!
Believe that I'll go pop
Country or go rock, r&b
Hip hop it's all Lumidee Style!
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Nah
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Was wollt ihr von mir?
Ich komm und PopOp Rhymes in dein Ass
Keiner nimmt mir den Titel ab
Bis ichs Mic wieder pass, bitch
Ich bin heut dis
Wo von du immer geträumt hast
Hol jetzt mit 28 nach
Was ich mit 14 versäumt hab
Ihr seid keine Konkurenz
No! Ihr seid meine Fans
Und ich schieß auf das
Instrumental wie ne Uzi, dis is gangsta
Nicht, was ihr Punks behauptet
Mein Tempo ist unglaublich
Ich bin auf Tracks mit Amis und
Es nimmt sich überhaupt nichts, oh
Ihr habt lang genug gewartet
Doch Daddy is Home
Ich hab lang genug gewartet, bin ready to go
10 Minuten, 16 Zeilen
Nur ein Take und ich komm aus der Kabine
Frag dich welcher Beat der nächste ist
Ich schreibe nicht für Cash
Ich schreib um alles zu zerreißen
Denn wenn ich nichts schreibe
Bin ich zuhause und fühl mich scheiße
Ich weiß nicht wovon du redest
Optik ist das Label ihr könnt gerne haten
Doch wir werden groß und hart wie ein Penis
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh
She killin' it
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Nah
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Nooo
Now stop, look, listen, invision
Me switchin up my style the
Talents' just a given
Ain't never heard no shit like
This cuz i designed it (come on)
Steppin' up their game upgraded
To the finest who gives a fuck if bitches on
The block don't feel me
Them be the same hoes lookin for
A sitter for the show
(mommy where you going?)
Fuck them all though (why?)
Cuz they good for nothing
But if my niggas need some blow
Bet they good for something
I got goals to reach plus foes to beat
So believe i'm more tha focused
When i roam the street
I got a mic and a dream
And a fuckin tight team
And who the fuck can stop us
With the right amount of cream yeah
I'm nothing but trouble better
Find me a muzzle
I'm about to lock and hold keep
It tight like a huddle so harlem stand up
Young'n pull your pants up
Cuz the girls on her grind
And i got my plans up
Fuckin bitches couldn't touch this
Let alone crush it
So stay in your place while
I'm building up my budget
I had to rush it cuz time is money
And i don't play too many games
Don't come at me funny
So to the haters don't waste your time
If you don't like the way i
Sing then you feelin my rhymes
Don't think the flow is tight
But the girl can write
Don't fit up i the booth jump out produce
So who's the truth (come on man)
Believe it's me
The girls all need necessity and luxury
So just bop ya head to this
Feel it to the fullest
If you don't (pop pop)
Believe it you go feel
It through them bullets