Royce da 5'9" - Here They Come lyrics

Here they come yo here they come

Yeah yeah i ex-spit's your bole
The tire you kicks is toyal
Black diamonds lookin' like tires
Dipped in oil you niggas is about as fly as
The wings on a parrot
If you a king I turn you
Into a king on a terrace
I'm sick with the fuck-a-nigga flu
Defiant as? The Imus
These nappy headed hoes is like a science
When I got the permit to
Tell that bitch "perm it"
These niggas ain't got
Nothin' up their sleeves like a tank top
Stay in the streets with you
Like some rain drops nickel can't stop
Stick the game up leave them hands up
And then I flee away with Lil' Wayne's spot
Here they come yo bitches in the front row
Titties out they blouses
Screamin' out that they want mo this is that
Lights out bring them bikes out
White boys bring them spikes out i goes in

Where the G's at? Throw your hands up
Stand up give me feed back
Where the G's at? Where them true MC's at?
Guess who stepped through? Royce
(He's back)

I'm a problem to these little
Niggas ain't I ma?
I'm prettier than you are honey
How vein am I? Which lane am I?
I can do whatever style
I'm a mixture between Old Jeezy & 7 Mile
Let them bow to the devil's son
Heaven's child i'm the present, now and naw
I ain't tryin' to reconcile (nope)
All I'm tryin' to say is
What you been eatin'
I'm takin' til you lookin' like
The '07 Kevin Liles this a new day
But I ain't here to shoot you up i'm sayin'
Not the new Dre and I'm the new Kurupt
Machine gun flow run and put the two two up
Tell the label to throw the tutu on
You when they suit you up here they come yo
Soundin' like the booth blew up
Every time I rhyme you have to come
And wipe the poo poo up this is that
Light out bring them bikes out
White boys bring them spikes out i goes in

Where the G's at?
Throw your hands up, stand up
Give me feedback where the G's at?
Where the true MC's at?
Guess who stepped through royce
(He's back)

A lot of speculation on a nigga's reputation
I better state that I don't
Hesitate to set it straight
D Twizzy, them my niggas I don't ever hate
We can do a song for the cheddar date
Set a date and I ain't never fake
Always real always feel
Sicker than whoever you feel is always ill
But I ain't sorry, chill
I ain't come from Sorryville
I'm from the land of banana
Clips and Ferrari peels
Off leavin' a cloud of smoke
The child is dope the man is crack and I'm
Demandin' my advantage back (yes)
And it's that simple your man is back sinful
My bitch icy, nicety as Janet Jack Central
Here they come yo drum roll
Only one flow son know
And it's the reason you don't want "Whoa"
This is that lights out bring them bikes out
Whites boys y'all know the rest

Where the G's at?
Throw your hands up, stand up
Give me feedback where the G's at?
Where the true MC's at?
Guess who stepped through royce
(He's back)