Sean Price, Kal Roya, Jozeemo - All I Know lyrics
[Sean Price, Kal Roya, Jozeemo - All I Know lyrics]
All I know i've been cool for too long
I'm so tired and my nerves are just gone
Yo, I try to chill but I can't
Well I can but I ain't
Cause, I never hurt a Saint
Jo Ziggy, Roll Wit me
Blow sticky cause I'm stressed out
Time to whip the vest out
Holster under either shoulder Soulja
Smif N' Wess'ed out
Now I got's to get it in
You should be considerin'
"Is Jo' just talkin' reckless or he
Really on that shit again?"
Juggernaut gymnastic acrobatic
Ratchet tumbler
Bold nigga humbler, bring it to any one of ya
Cockin' a 'What the Fuck'
You don't know what that is
But when it bang, you be like what the fuck
Just happened to my leg?
Wheelchair niggas forever
Shit bag and then some
To take a bath you gon'
Need Mr belvedere and Vincent
Not to mention I be
Poppin' Oxycontin's faithfully
If I got the eight with me then
You should stay away from me
Joe Young, King of the Jungle
Guerilla Tactics
Pump a slug into you cowards
And watch ya back flip
(All I know)
You niggas talking about kickin' in doors
Like I ain't got a hammer bigger than yours
(I've been cool for too long
Cool for too long, I'm so tired)
Pussy niggas wanna take my shine
Well, see the chrome? Come holla bitch
Take my nine (And my nerves are just gone
Nerves are just gone)
Ayo Asalama Laikum, Alakium Salaam
Sean you taking too long to make a song
Fuck it i make it strong when I make a song
And I can tell by my sales
You ain't wait for Sean
I take it back like to the break of dawn
Break ya arm, Sean a wrestler
One Life To Live, Carlos Hessler
You just a human poster or a vest-tester
The sket-presser the wet wetter
Than red sweater
The Def Leopard, the best effort
You can't rock
Am I new, or some old nigga who can't stop?
Listen, I rap rings around niggas
Clap things about nigga
See you later, y'all muthafuckas is haters
Four fit for the four-fifth flasher
Flash the four-fifth in ya face, make plaster
David Blaine duke, Abra-Cadabra
I wave the thing, poof, I got to get at ya
I'm already THA rapper
I'm so tired and my nerves are just gone
Yo, I try to chill but I can't
Well I can but I ain't
Cause, I never hurt a Saint
Jo Ziggy, Roll Wit me
Blow sticky cause I'm stressed out
Time to whip the vest out
Holster under either shoulder Soulja
Smif N' Wess'ed out
Now I got's to get it in
You should be considerin'
"Is Jo' just talkin' reckless or he
Really on that shit again?"
Juggernaut gymnastic acrobatic
Ratchet tumbler
Bold nigga humbler, bring it to any one of ya
Cockin' a 'What the Fuck'
You don't know what that is
But when it bang, you be like what the fuck
Just happened to my leg?
Wheelchair niggas forever
Shit bag and then some
To take a bath you gon'
Need Mr belvedere and Vincent
Not to mention I be
Poppin' Oxycontin's faithfully
If I got the eight with me then
You should stay away from me
Joe Young, King of the Jungle
Guerilla Tactics
Pump a slug into you cowards
And watch ya back flip
(All I know)
You niggas talking about kickin' in doors
Like I ain't got a hammer bigger than yours
(I've been cool for too long
Cool for too long, I'm so tired)
Pussy niggas wanna take my shine
Well, see the chrome? Come holla bitch
Take my nine (And my nerves are just gone
Nerves are just gone)
Ayo Asalama Laikum, Alakium Salaam
Sean you taking too long to make a song
Fuck it i make it strong when I make a song
And I can tell by my sales
You ain't wait for Sean
I take it back like to the break of dawn
Break ya arm, Sean a wrestler
One Life To Live, Carlos Hessler
You just a human poster or a vest-tester
The sket-presser the wet wetter
Than red sweater
The Def Leopard, the best effort
You can't rock
Am I new, or some old nigga who can't stop?
Listen, I rap rings around niggas
Clap things about nigga
See you later, y'all muthafuckas is haters
Four fit for the four-fifth flasher
Flash the four-fifth in ya face, make plaster
David Blaine duke, Abra-Cadabra
I wave the thing, poof, I got to get at ya
I'm already THA rapper