Saigon, Styles P - Not Like Them lyrics
[Saigon, Styles P - Not Like Them lyrics]
I could be parallel to bad as hell
Equivalent to ignorant
Depends on the matter, well
If it's that insignificant
I'll just have to tell a nigga
To kick rocks with flip flops
Rapper rather tell than sit in
A cell to snitch hop
I ain't paying to disc jock
He ain't getting the wrist-watch
I'm the realest to make it
He takin dick in the shit box
I kinda get why I'm legit
Mostly to the folks who think dominant
I see why dishonest shit is so prominent
See the kids that's rhymin' it
That ain't lived not a line of it
You ain't hood money not
Good money ya counterfeit
The kind of vagin I get
On some Lola Falana shit
Interstate 95'ing it, with that
Coke and them llamas, bitch hold up
What time is it? The clock strike ten
I guarantee none of y'all be
On the block like him
Cock the fifth back you
Get baffled, click clack, you skedaddle
Lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them
The record labels are scared of me
Internet gotta bag me
First they said I was gangsta
Then they said 'not exactly'
I rap about politicians, I rap about Pataki
The loser maneuvers of Edgar Hoover reenacted
Being I'm on my black shit
They be trying silence me
But to do that shit
They'll have to do it violently
Clack clack that mack back rat-at-at-at-at
A lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them
A lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them y'all niggas is lukewarm
Y'all ain't hot like them
Them motherfuckers my brothers
They are not my friends
We the band with the bond
From grams on the arm
A lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them y'all niggas is lukewarm
Y'all ain't hot like them
Them motherfuckers my brothers
They are not my friends
We the band with the bond
From grams on the arm
The uncut dope, ya had to land on the farm
Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs
Getting high to Sinatra
In the sands of the palms
Reminiscing on rapping with BIG
The man was a don
Niggas did it big, but not like them
Drink champange in the ocean just
To drown my sins
Shit I pray when valet, pull around my Benz
These niggas know my beginning
But not my end yeah
It's me and Saigon and the paesans
Network behind us like we Verizon
Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on
Cause this could be the day that you died on
Equivalent to ignorant
Depends on the matter, well
If it's that insignificant
I'll just have to tell a nigga
To kick rocks with flip flops
Rapper rather tell than sit in
A cell to snitch hop
I ain't paying to disc jock
He ain't getting the wrist-watch
I'm the realest to make it
He takin dick in the shit box
I kinda get why I'm legit
Mostly to the folks who think dominant
I see why dishonest shit is so prominent
See the kids that's rhymin' it
That ain't lived not a line of it
You ain't hood money not
Good money ya counterfeit
The kind of vagin I get
On some Lola Falana shit
Interstate 95'ing it, with that
Coke and them llamas, bitch hold up
What time is it? The clock strike ten
I guarantee none of y'all be
On the block like him
Cock the fifth back you
Get baffled, click clack, you skedaddle
Lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them
The record labels are scared of me
Internet gotta bag me
First they said I was gangsta
Then they said 'not exactly'
I rap about politicians, I rap about Pataki
The loser maneuvers of Edgar Hoover reenacted
Being I'm on my black shit
They be trying silence me
But to do that shit
They'll have to do it violently
Clack clack that mack back rat-at-at-at-at
A lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them
A lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them y'all niggas is lukewarm
Y'all ain't hot like them
Them motherfuckers my brothers
They are not my friends
We the band with the bond
From grams on the arm
A lot of niggas bust they guns
But not like them y'all niggas is lukewarm
Y'all ain't hot like them
Them motherfuckers my brothers
They are not my friends
We the band with the bond
From grams on the arm
The uncut dope, ya had to land on the farm
Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs
Getting high to Sinatra
In the sands of the palms
Reminiscing on rapping with BIG
The man was a don
Niggas did it big, but not like them
Drink champange in the ocean just
To drown my sins
Shit I pray when valet, pull around my Benz
These niggas know my beginning
But not my end yeah
It's me and Saigon and the paesans
Network behind us like we Verizon
Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on
Cause this could be the day that you died on