Nipsey Hussle - Rose Clique lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - Rose Clique lyrics]
They call me Young Nip C-Note, Rose Clicquot
Talkin' to my girl while your
Bitch give me deep throat
Shootin' at the world, dog
'cause life is just a free throw
Shoppin' on rodeo in some dickies
That's my steelo
Played out pussy, please, don’t offer me, no
If sex was a weapon
She could not kill a mosquito
Little mama lost her grip
Pastrami around her pee hole
Got too many miles, baby, that’s a repo
Shorty's in denial
Really tryna fuck with me though
I'm way out your league so please
Excuse my ego diamonds in my Cuban link
My Rolex presidential
Penthouses and beach homes
Perrier and patron
Told you way before about this
Baller shit I be on
Young Nipsey Hussle ain't some shit
That you should sleep on
Rich before rap, had to let the streets go
Faith in my transition
I knew I’ll be back in beast mode
Catch a case, that’s the tradition
Either that or six believe no
Still somehow I understood that I
Could make the seed grow
And that one day that tree will
Bear fruit to feed my people
That one day is upon us, grab
Your fork it's time to eat, bro
Slauson Ave he's so rapper, CEO
And if we're all actors
I guess I'll be Al Pacino
And it was all after when
They thought I was finito not my Valentino
It's what I got up my sleeve though
LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow
At the polo lounge in here sippin' cappuccino
Spendin' pounds
Every purchase man this feeling has no equal
If you come from where I come from
It's rare that you see folk
That did it like I did it but
Do it ‘cause we need more
Cuba Gooding Juniors kill 'em
With that submarine flow
Like every man of honor had
To conquer Rob De Niro
Like Ginger in Casino or that
Runway light in Heat
That shadow in the grass from when
Vincent shot him off his feet
In other words
Life is just a fight against your disbeliefs
That's why I'm screamin' I'm the greatest
Of all time like Young Ali
Play Mohammad to these false
Prophets in this industry but, I’m just me
Catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z
Or at the Roosevelt with
Rimpau smokin' weed TMZ
Flashing lights like Kanye
Album number three, but I’m gon' be
From RSC 'til the day I D-IE
So I crank my beat and hit the gas on 'em
Talkin' to my girl while your
Bitch give me deep throat
Shootin' at the world, dog
'cause life is just a free throw
Shoppin' on rodeo in some dickies
That's my steelo
Played out pussy, please, don’t offer me, no
If sex was a weapon
She could not kill a mosquito
Little mama lost her grip
Pastrami around her pee hole
Got too many miles, baby, that’s a repo
Shorty's in denial
Really tryna fuck with me though
I'm way out your league so please
Excuse my ego diamonds in my Cuban link
My Rolex presidential
Penthouses and beach homes
Perrier and patron
Told you way before about this
Baller shit I be on
Young Nipsey Hussle ain't some shit
That you should sleep on
Rich before rap, had to let the streets go
Faith in my transition
I knew I’ll be back in beast mode
Catch a case, that’s the tradition
Either that or six believe no
Still somehow I understood that I
Could make the seed grow
And that one day that tree will
Bear fruit to feed my people
That one day is upon us, grab
Your fork it's time to eat, bro
Slauson Ave he's so rapper, CEO
And if we're all actors
I guess I'll be Al Pacino
And it was all after when
They thought I was finito not my Valentino
It's what I got up my sleeve though
LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow
At the polo lounge in here sippin' cappuccino
Spendin' pounds
Every purchase man this feeling has no equal
If you come from where I come from
It's rare that you see folk
That did it like I did it but
Do it ‘cause we need more
Cuba Gooding Juniors kill 'em
With that submarine flow
Like every man of honor had
To conquer Rob De Niro
Like Ginger in Casino or that
Runway light in Heat
That shadow in the grass from when
Vincent shot him off his feet
In other words
Life is just a fight against your disbeliefs
That's why I'm screamin' I'm the greatest
Of all time like Young Ali
Play Mohammad to these false
Prophets in this industry but, I’m just me
Catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z
Or at the Roosevelt with
Rimpau smokin' weed TMZ
Flashing lights like Kanye
Album number three, but I’m gon' be
From RSC 'til the day I D-IE
So I crank my beat and hit the gas on 'em