Nipsey Hussle - Top Down lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - Top Down lyrics]
Yuh, Nip Hussle in this motherfucker
Rallo, what up? Look
My top down, your name hot now
But when I was out here, nigga
You was not 'round ('Round)
Was in the game, but I just watch now
I did rims so my shit stock now (Ayy)
Suede, hit, linin' on the roof
Don't be lyin' on the facts
Niggas lyin' in the booth
When we travel around the world
We flyin with a suitcase Stamped
Louis Vuitton with Cuban cigar
Miami, Ocean Ave, couple beautiful broads
On the back of motorbikes
Ain't no use for a car
I'm outta town, so the coupe is at large
And this, jealous of success
Niggas usually are but, I don't give a fuck
I ain't trippin' though
Nigga gettin' desperate while
I'm gettin' dough
Oh, you love that bitch? Better get ya hoe
And I ain't gotta tell you why
You already know
One-One-Once in a lifetime shit
She ain't never been fucked in
A drop top Benz that's why when I pull up
She quick to get in i'm a boss, young nigga
Get some paper and a pen
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the
Path to progression
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the
Path to progression
Take that and run with it
You should get some cash (Cash)
Way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast
Heavy on the grind
South Central State of mind
Type of nigga buy a pound
Break it all down in dimes
Baby blue regal, 1985
Gold Rollie on my neck, 380 in my spine
It was a lot of things that
Was runnin' through my mind
All of which I would bring to myself
In due time and now I'm watchin' ring put
A strain on her eye
Fireworks in my sleeve, the 4th of July
Waist line Louis, stay fly truly
Can't fuck with me with a rubber or a roofie
Hoes try to choose me
Haters try and shoot me
Feds wanna book me and these
Bitches wanna screw me
Ex-street nigga turned boss
That's the routine
And you would have extras if
Your life was a movie
Yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Catch my breath, that's a whole lot of words
You know this is the marathon
New shit, Neighborhood Nip Hussle
Let's get it
Rallo, what up? Look
My top down, your name hot now
But when I was out here, nigga
You was not 'round ('Round)
Was in the game, but I just watch now
I did rims so my shit stock now (Ayy)
Suede, hit, linin' on the roof
Don't be lyin' on the facts
Niggas lyin' in the booth
When we travel around the world
We flyin with a suitcase Stamped
Louis Vuitton with Cuban cigar
Miami, Ocean Ave, couple beautiful broads
On the back of motorbikes
Ain't no use for a car
I'm outta town, so the coupe is at large
And this, jealous of success
Niggas usually are but, I don't give a fuck
I ain't trippin' though
Nigga gettin' desperate while
I'm gettin' dough
Oh, you love that bitch? Better get ya hoe
And I ain't gotta tell you why
You already know
One-One-Once in a lifetime shit
She ain't never been fucked in
A drop top Benz that's why when I pull up
She quick to get in i'm a boss, young nigga
Get some paper and a pen
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the
Path to progression
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the
Path to progression
Take that and run with it
You should get some cash (Cash)
Way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast
Heavy on the grind
South Central State of mind
Type of nigga buy a pound
Break it all down in dimes
Baby blue regal, 1985
Gold Rollie on my neck, 380 in my spine
It was a lot of things that
Was runnin' through my mind
All of which I would bring to myself
In due time and now I'm watchin' ring put
A strain on her eye
Fireworks in my sleeve, the 4th of July
Waist line Louis, stay fly truly
Can't fuck with me with a rubber or a roofie
Hoes try to choose me
Haters try and shoot me
Feds wanna book me and these
Bitches wanna screw me
Ex-street nigga turned boss
That's the routine
And you would have extras if
Your life was a movie
Yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Catch my breath, that's a whole lot of words
You know this is the marathon
New shit, Neighborhood Nip Hussle
Let's get it