Red Cafe - Got Damn lyrics
[Red Cafe - Got Damn lyrics]
It's movin' (what else?)
Yeah, it's movin' (what else?)
Huh, it's movin'
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
Huh, woke up in the morning smokin' on killer
Back where I'm from, I'm a known gorilla
Ev'ry day and night
A nigga tryin' to eat dinner
Ever since I was a pup
I always knew I'd be a winner
Now I fuck with Puff
I'm his right hand nigga
And the stack's so fat
I wish my right hand was bigger
I'ma keep it G, a lot of niggas don't like me
But, I don't give a fuck, my
Slap game like Ike, B, try me
And it'll get ugly like Greg Oden
Bullets make you weight like if you a Olsen
I ain't gotta call nobody, I ride dolo
POP, POP, POP at them clowns
Their all bonzos
Been ghetto F-A before I met F-A
Now the young G's write about
Me in they essay soakin' up this real shit
I'm the big ticket, blockbuster
I'm Will Smith, what else?
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
Huh, Red Cafe, I'm a shooter from the borough
Shakedown, Street Fam, whole team thorough
Squeezin' Palmolive tryin' to make
This thing bubble
And that 16 shot be the only thing I cuddle
Like Pumkin from the Flavor of Love
I'ma spitter
Need a bitch, make her break her pockets
Then I pimp her
Niggas know my name from the Q and D train
From the 213 train to the Konvict chain
From the muh'fuckin' work
I'm out layin' on the turf
I be tryin to kill 'em twice
I'll be sprayin' at the hearse
A nigga long gone, so gone, so far
So uncut raw, that real crook R (Izzr)
Known money getter in a Polo sweater
In a Haines wife beater, straight G
7th letter from 216, to the 206
To the fuckin' hometown of
The losin' ass Knicks, it's movin'
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
Shakedowwwwwn that some dedicated soldiers
Ready to ride the fuck out
Weakness compels strength
In the Shakedown there shall be no weaknesses
Or you will pay the ultimate price
And please, believe there'll be no witnesses
Yeah, it's movin' (what else?)
Huh, it's movin'
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
Huh, woke up in the morning smokin' on killer
Back where I'm from, I'm a known gorilla
Ev'ry day and night
A nigga tryin' to eat dinner
Ever since I was a pup
I always knew I'd be a winner
Now I fuck with Puff
I'm his right hand nigga
And the stack's so fat
I wish my right hand was bigger
I'ma keep it G, a lot of niggas don't like me
But, I don't give a fuck, my
Slap game like Ike, B, try me
And it'll get ugly like Greg Oden
Bullets make you weight like if you a Olsen
I ain't gotta call nobody, I ride dolo
POP, POP, POP at them clowns
Their all bonzos
Been ghetto F-A before I met F-A
Now the young G's write about
Me in they essay soakin' up this real shit
I'm the big ticket, blockbuster
I'm Will Smith, what else?
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
Huh, Red Cafe, I'm a shooter from the borough
Shakedown, Street Fam, whole team thorough
Squeezin' Palmolive tryin' to make
This thing bubble
And that 16 shot be the only thing I cuddle
Like Pumkin from the Flavor of Love
I'ma spitter
Need a bitch, make her break her pockets
Then I pimp her
Niggas know my name from the Q and D train
From the 213 train to the Konvict chain
From the muh'fuckin' work
I'm out layin' on the turf
I be tryin to kill 'em twice
I'll be sprayin' at the hearse
A nigga long gone, so gone, so far
So uncut raw, that real crook R (Izzr)
Known money getter in a Polo sweater
In a Haines wife beater, straight G
7th letter from 216, to the 206
To the fuckin' hometown of
The losin' ass Knicks, it's movin'
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
God damn, all my niggas gon' ride
That fuck boy shit don't fly
Ev'ryday I get money, oh my
Keep a bad chick right on my side
Shakedowwwwwn that some dedicated soldiers
Ready to ride the fuck out
Weakness compels strength
In the Shakedown there shall be no weaknesses
Or you will pay the ultimate price
And please, believe there'll be no witnesses