Smoke DZA, Pete Rock, Rick Ross - Black Superhero Car lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smoke DZA, Pete Rock, Rick Ross - Black Superhero Car lyrics]
2 o'clock in the morning and the sun shining
Bright nigga on this side, Dizzle uh
Praying all my niggas live
Long, pray all my niggas rich forever
You heard me? We black kings, you heard
Me? Nigga Ethiopian descent, uh
I'm from this lil part of Harlem
Shit is like Iraq
Young boy barking but his gat bite back
Nigga playing, you will lay, life facts
Take Eric Gardner killers
Give me Sean Price back
Where that dour actually light that
Cali broad showing me her new boobs on iChat
Headlights beaming, she all excited
Can't wait for me to touch her
Give her that Midas
Livest living legend, Larry Zbyszko
Unleash the pitbulls, it's lit though
Few niggas tried to play 'em
He did nothing, left 'em laying 'nother shame
I had to kill my son like Kanan
Niggas playing with the wrong
Knife in the drawer
Money on your head, put your life on the wall
Smokestradamus, I be visioning things
As I'm lighting up this skittle
In the 600 Benz
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
She's in seek of perfection
She should start with her soul
What makes you a soldier? How quick
You climb out a hole
Threw us under the basement
Now it's penthouses and homes
Food stamps and Medicaid raised
Every nigga I know
Give you the signal when the cigars get lit
Now we owning our masters
On some mobster shit another Benz
Got the Beamer with the doors up
Case of blunts
Half a pound reeking on the tour bus
I'd rather walk than ride with a pussy nigga
Corns and callouses with pride
In my Gucci slippers
Can't be talking global to a bitch who local
Can't be rolling up
Smoking just to pass niggas your roaches
Why you making threats
Never busting a hammer
Niggas sleeping on me, heavy starches pajamas
You're looking at a hustler with a cause
Remember a nigga name but call
Me the fucking boss
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
New-new-new York shit, New-new-new York shit
New-new-new York shit, New-new-new York shit
New-new-new York shit, New-new-new York shit
Bright nigga on this side, Dizzle uh
Praying all my niggas live
Long, pray all my niggas rich forever
You heard me? We black kings, you heard
Me? Nigga Ethiopian descent, uh
I'm from this lil part of Harlem
Shit is like Iraq
Young boy barking but his gat bite back
Nigga playing, you will lay, life facts
Take Eric Gardner killers
Give me Sean Price back
Where that dour actually light that
Cali broad showing me her new boobs on iChat
Headlights beaming, she all excited
Can't wait for me to touch her
Give her that Midas
Livest living legend, Larry Zbyszko
Unleash the pitbulls, it's lit though
Few niggas tried to play 'em
He did nothing, left 'em laying 'nother shame
I had to kill my son like Kanan
Niggas playing with the wrong
Knife in the drawer
Money on your head, put your life on the wall
Smokestradamus, I be visioning things
As I'm lighting up this skittle
In the 600 Benz
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
She's in seek of perfection
She should start with her soul
What makes you a soldier? How quick
You climb out a hole
Threw us under the basement
Now it's penthouses and homes
Food stamps and Medicaid raised
Every nigga I know
Give you the signal when the cigars get lit
Now we owning our masters
On some mobster shit another Benz
Got the Beamer with the doors up
Case of blunts
Half a pound reeking on the tour bus
I'd rather walk than ride with a pussy nigga
Corns and callouses with pride
In my Gucci slippers
Can't be talking global to a bitch who local
Can't be rolling up
Smoking just to pass niggas your roaches
Why you making threats
Never busting a hammer
Niggas sleeping on me, heavy starches pajamas
You're looking at a hustler with a cause
Remember a nigga name but call
Me the fucking boss
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big nigga lighting that pack
Lay back counting my ends
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
Counting my ends like, May may maybach Music
New-new-new York shit, New-new-new York shit
New-new-new York shit, New-new-new York shit
New-new-new York shit, New-new-new York shit