Sean Price - Solidify lyrics
[Sean Price - Solidify lyrics]
Hey yo blast it hittin hydro
Make my eyes low
Why those niggas like killin son
I don't know
On the ave, impressin them silly whores
Rockin mad jewels and ice
But yo is it realy yours?
Fakin ass nigga, hatin ass nigga
Sayin peace god eating bacon ass nigga
I ain't scared I said it
On Jamaican ass niggas
Bust dred in the head and
Escape fast with yah figures
Flows tight like your daughters' twat
Yo you oughta stop bullshit you sayin
But fuck you call the cops
Mo thug keep a bitch in this shit
I'm liftin' the fifth and leave you
Dead on Pitkin and Chris
Air out hit nine-five north we switch lanes
On my way to Buffalo we
Sell crack to Rick James
Dedicate this to niggas who say fuck Sean and
DJs who don't play rock a ruck songs might
Walk up in yah station and
Rip up your playlist
Play this before i run up and
And gun up and spray shit
You on some gay shit like Lamar Latrell
And whenever I sing shit it be hard as hell
Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air
My dog Sean P he gon eat this year
I can feel ya'll
It's all about the dollar bill ya'll
Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll
Hey yo b tape pad and pen, rap shit
Arm and hammer cocaine, crack shit
44 Calico Desert Eagle gat shit
4 chicken wings pork fried rice, cat shit
Fake niggas and bitch thugs
Ruckus will smack shit
Timbaland boxes and bank accounts
Where I stack shit
Kelly Price, Big Pun, 8-Ball, fat shit
Niggas who can't fuck with Ruck
On that wack shit
My dick, my girl, KY Jelly, sex shit
GS, LS, LX, that's that Lex shit
Statewide to oversea tours, nigga reck shit
Calisthetics and Tae Bo, on some flex shit
Mike Piazza, John Franco, on some Mets shit
Pension, welfare, social securitycheck shit
Lit on your moms pull out
Her weave disrespect shit
You gettin soo close, get off that next shit
Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air
My dog Sean P he gon eat this year
I can feel ya'll
It's all about the dollar bill ya'll
Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll
Hey yo I'm Sean Price, no relation to Vincent
Used to be the man up until some damn recent
Bullshit went down, sean had to get down he
Clowns with the tre pound
Skip towns in the Greyhound big weight how
Bitin all means just as neccessary
You temporary rock ruck remain legendary
Never worry
Ice and cream just like Ben & Jerry
Then if any nigga disrespect me disincenitary
Secondary niggas try, to attack Sean
But, I'm strapped with the bomb my
Gat in the Quran so
Never think a nigga ain't prepared
For what the feeble do
Beat you to a Pope and sold
You folks and your people too
Traum medicine
Always keep Sean better and I said it then
It's lights out like calm medicine
You'll never win your head hurt
Here's Excedrin gotta keep it locked for
The props and Benjamins
Got mad niggas at home, should reconsider and
They carrer they feel fear
Like Senior citizen and
You see the shit I'm in
Yo son, yo
Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air
My dog Sean P he gon eat this year
I can feel ya'll
It's all about the dollar bill ya'll
Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll
Make my eyes low
Why those niggas like killin son
I don't know
On the ave, impressin them silly whores
Rockin mad jewels and ice
But yo is it realy yours?
Fakin ass nigga, hatin ass nigga
Sayin peace god eating bacon ass nigga
I ain't scared I said it
On Jamaican ass niggas
Bust dred in the head and
Escape fast with yah figures
Flows tight like your daughters' twat
Yo you oughta stop bullshit you sayin
But fuck you call the cops
Mo thug keep a bitch in this shit
I'm liftin' the fifth and leave you
Dead on Pitkin and Chris
Air out hit nine-five north we switch lanes
On my way to Buffalo we
Sell crack to Rick James
Dedicate this to niggas who say fuck Sean and
DJs who don't play rock a ruck songs might
Walk up in yah station and
Rip up your playlist
Play this before i run up and
And gun up and spray shit
You on some gay shit like Lamar Latrell
And whenever I sing shit it be hard as hell
Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air
My dog Sean P he gon eat this year
I can feel ya'll
It's all about the dollar bill ya'll
Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll
Hey yo b tape pad and pen, rap shit
Arm and hammer cocaine, crack shit
44 Calico Desert Eagle gat shit
4 chicken wings pork fried rice, cat shit
Fake niggas and bitch thugs
Ruckus will smack shit
Timbaland boxes and bank accounts
Where I stack shit
Kelly Price, Big Pun, 8-Ball, fat shit
Niggas who can't fuck with Ruck
On that wack shit
My dick, my girl, KY Jelly, sex shit
GS, LS, LX, that's that Lex shit
Statewide to oversea tours, nigga reck shit
Calisthetics and Tae Bo, on some flex shit
Mike Piazza, John Franco, on some Mets shit
Pension, welfare, social securitycheck shit
Lit on your moms pull out
Her weave disrespect shit
You gettin soo close, get off that next shit
Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air
My dog Sean P he gon eat this year
I can feel ya'll
It's all about the dollar bill ya'll
Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll
Hey yo I'm Sean Price, no relation to Vincent
Used to be the man up until some damn recent
Bullshit went down, sean had to get down he
Clowns with the tre pound
Skip towns in the Greyhound big weight how
Bitin all means just as neccessary
You temporary rock ruck remain legendary
Never worry
Ice and cream just like Ben & Jerry
Then if any nigga disrespect me disincenitary
Secondary niggas try, to attack Sean
But, I'm strapped with the bomb my
Gat in the Quran so
Never think a nigga ain't prepared
For what the feeble do
Beat you to a Pope and sold
You folks and your people too
Traum medicine
Always keep Sean better and I said it then
It's lights out like calm medicine
You'll never win your head hurt
Here's Excedrin gotta keep it locked for
The props and Benjamins
Got mad niggas at home, should reconsider and
They carrer they feel fear
Like Senior citizen and
You see the shit I'm in
Yo son, yo
Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air
My dog Sean P he gon eat this year
I can feel ya'll
It's all about the dollar bill ya'll
Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll