Royce da 5'9", Cha Cha - Running lyrics
[Royce da 5'9", Cha Cha - Running lyrics]
(Stick up
Stick up) Gangs 'til we play brains
We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray
This how it goes down in the
Hood that you can't stay
I'll invite a nigga over then make
Him leave in the same day can you meet her?
I'm talkin bout a chick wit a Coke
Bottle figure but never the 2-liter
Whatever you choose, especially you
Definitely I rhyme better than who
Rhymes better than you!
Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire
Thinkin that I'm fittin to retire? "BITCH
You a liar!"
Ah hah! The home of the willest
I'm only the illest
I only'll steal it, phony-est
Niggas'll feel it, c'mon widdit
But when the battle is through
It's all-out "Jerry Springer" every arena
I'm on the panel, too
Spit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps
(Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups
Brains hittin your feet
Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin
(And recognize) You MC's
Nothin you leave with nothin
(And recognize) Fuck it
Hold on - I hear somebody comin
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
What is his name?" 5-9!
Can't keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH)
Can't keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)
You can't leave, you can't breathe
You can't sleep
Hearts beat's goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(It's like) Precious comin
Can't turn your back from it
And your heart keeps
Drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
See deep, see the world from beneath
And all you hear is
That beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(YO) Evictions (YO) enrichment (YO)
Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO)
Yeah, then after THAT
I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun
I'm COCKIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP)
Yeah, what nigga man
You better be du-du-d dumb
You better stutter
You better SAY I'm th-th-th-the one
Cause I'm the, rap oxy moron, feel that?
Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill
Cracks
Ladies say (Royce I wanna get with, you)
And it's cool cause I got a whole
(get with) crew
And I hit, writers, right where it hurts
Don't call me no hit, writer I am a fighter
First
Niggas try to murk on my fire since fireworks
Now you hurt
Have you goons in a drive-by verse
Cause I'm STRONG in that area thuggin
I just, lOVE leavin niggas layin there
Like a area RUG
Plus you, yeah, smellin my game
Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford
Tell her my name
It's, 5-9! Hah, now I see why you can't see
See why you can't breathe
Why you can't beat or be ME!
Man please, you better be Sam Sneed
(And recognize) You just feet
A piece of a stampede (And recognize) Shh
Hold on - I think somebody comin
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Who could it be?" 5-9!
Can't keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH)
Can't keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)
A round of applause for the
Brand new Mrs montgomery
My lil' sister Cha Cha, Rush!
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
When you think of my name
Think of a fresh new sound
A fresh new face, let's go
Stick up) Gangs 'til we play brains
We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray
This how it goes down in the
Hood that you can't stay
I'll invite a nigga over then make
Him leave in the same day can you meet her?
I'm talkin bout a chick wit a Coke
Bottle figure but never the 2-liter
Whatever you choose, especially you
Definitely I rhyme better than who
Rhymes better than you!
Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire
Thinkin that I'm fittin to retire? "BITCH
You a liar!"
Ah hah! The home of the willest
I'm only the illest
I only'll steal it, phony-est
Niggas'll feel it, c'mon widdit
But when the battle is through
It's all-out "Jerry Springer" every arena
I'm on the panel, too
Spit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps
(Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups
Brains hittin your feet
Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin
(And recognize) You MC's
Nothin you leave with nothin
(And recognize) Fuck it
Hold on - I hear somebody comin
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
What is his name?" 5-9!
Can't keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH)
Can't keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)
You can't leave, you can't breathe
You can't sleep
Hearts beat's goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(It's like) Precious comin
Can't turn your back from it
And your heart keeps
Drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
See deep, see the world from beneath
And all you hear is
That beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(YO) Evictions (YO) enrichment (YO)
Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO)
Yeah, then after THAT
I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun
I'm COCKIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP)
Yeah, what nigga man
You better be du-du-d dumb
You better stutter
You better SAY I'm th-th-th-the one
Cause I'm the, rap oxy moron, feel that?
Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill
Cracks
Ladies say (Royce I wanna get with, you)
And it's cool cause I got a whole
(get with) crew
And I hit, writers, right where it hurts
Don't call me no hit, writer I am a fighter
First
Niggas try to murk on my fire since fireworks
Now you hurt
Have you goons in a drive-by verse
Cause I'm STRONG in that area thuggin
I just, lOVE leavin niggas layin there
Like a area RUG
Plus you, yeah, smellin my game
Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford
Tell her my name
It's, 5-9! Hah, now I see why you can't see
See why you can't breathe
Why you can't beat or be ME!
Man please, you better be Sam Sneed
(And recognize) You just feet
A piece of a stampede (And recognize) Shh
Hold on - I think somebody comin
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Who could it be?" 5-9!
Can't keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH)
Can't keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)
A round of applause for the
Brand new Mrs montgomery
My lil' sister Cha Cha, Rush!
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
When you think of my name
Think of a fresh new sound
A fresh new face, let's go