Sean Price - Tell E Mundo lyrics
[Sean Price - Tell E Mundo lyrics]
I ain't a player I just make a lot
Take a shot with a vacant lot
Drug worker make a spot
Agallah beats make the Earth quake a lot
I get my dick sucked so much
My head ache a lot
You bitch niggas on the ave
Like to fake a lot
I got more weed than all them Jamaicans got
Phil Jackson trade Shaq, who the Lakers got?
Next year it's the Knicks in six
We make it hot
Telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo
Not a Puerto Rican but I'm
Speaking so that you know
When it come to rhyming Sean Price numero uno
When it come to killing Agallah
Kicking your culo
I don't give a fuck you got
A yacht or a few boats
Do pot or you do coke in a drop over Hugo
Still come through and bust a
Shot through your two do'
All you see is blood and feathers
Leaking out your new coat
Shorty wop is young but on the
Low she kinda cute though we fuck
Don't tell bitch I can't Buttafuoco
Might see me clowning on the 'ville
Only a few know
How a nigga get down when his motherfucking
Yo, telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo
Ruck and Agallah, black and Puerto Rican duo
Hottest thing popping since The
Jacksons and Menudo
Beats, rhymes and lifestyle
We keep it true though
I ain't a rapper I just take time
With a pad and a pen
A bag of weed and I make rhymes
Y'all hate mine that's what I'm
Hearing through the grapevine
But with or without y'all
Niggas I'mma make mine
Why waste time responding about
This and that?
Yadda yadda yadda, get your gat
Duke, I'm straight sick with that
Smoke weed through a checkpoint cause
My plates say diplomat yo
Y'all niggas ain't reaching the kids
Ya faggot fuck, Adebisi lives
Take a shot with a vacant lot
Drug worker make a spot
Agallah beats make the Earth quake a lot
I get my dick sucked so much
My head ache a lot
You bitch niggas on the ave
Like to fake a lot
I got more weed than all them Jamaicans got
Phil Jackson trade Shaq, who the Lakers got?
Next year it's the Knicks in six
We make it hot
Telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo
Not a Puerto Rican but I'm
Speaking so that you know
When it come to rhyming Sean Price numero uno
When it come to killing Agallah
Kicking your culo
I don't give a fuck you got
A yacht or a few boats
Do pot or you do coke in a drop over Hugo
Still come through and bust a
Shot through your two do'
All you see is blood and feathers
Leaking out your new coat
Shorty wop is young but on the
Low she kinda cute though we fuck
Don't tell bitch I can't Buttafuoco
Might see me clowning on the 'ville
Only a few know
How a nigga get down when his motherfucking
Yo, telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo
Ruck and Agallah, black and Puerto Rican duo
Hottest thing popping since The
Jacksons and Menudo
Beats, rhymes and lifestyle
We keep it true though
I ain't a rapper I just take time
With a pad and a pen
A bag of weed and I make rhymes
Y'all hate mine that's what I'm
Hearing through the grapevine
But with or without y'all
Niggas I'mma make mine
Why waste time responding about
This and that?
Yadda yadda yadda, get your gat
Duke, I'm straight sick with that
Smoke weed through a checkpoint cause
My plates say diplomat yo
Y'all niggas ain't reaching the kids
Ya faggot fuck, Adebisi lives