Snowgoons, Lord Lhus, Savage Brothers - Get Down [2009] lyrics
[Snowgoons, Lord Lhus, Savage Brothers - Get Down [2009] lyrics]
Get down
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Get down
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Fuck that, pardon my speech
Everyone silent when a king speak
We on the darkest streets, sparking leaf
It's hard to see
It's hard for me to believe or evеn
Conceive that one day thеre'll be peace
You gon' make me dust off the heat?
(Blaaow) I leave you deceased
You force my hand, just stop fucking with me
Botherin' a G
You get dusted off like a half a key
In this life you get one turn
I heat it up like a sunburn
Watch the sun burn
As the world turn, floating in outer space
Lookin' down on an alien race, a foul taste
I spit it out, start to erase
Puffed that I'm coughin' purple
Smoke in my face
My dogs barkin' when I walk in the place
Sparkin' the haze
Strivin' for the light in
The darkest of days, motherfucker
Get down
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Get down
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
I'm no goodie
Show your microphone, motherfucker
Prepare for annihilation try to hate sin
I got more degrees than a master mason
Call me masturbation
I ask why with curious faces
'Cause I'm white coming out from
The south like ejaculation
Keep it hardcore, I'm too raw to rap softly
You faggots is weak
Go two ways like walkie talkies
We the hardest out
Slap whack rappers so guard your mouth
What you all about? We disrespect you
Inside of your momma's house
Savage Brothers, Lhus, and Snowgoons
Automatic dream team be seen like full moons
So keep the stack flow
Jakes is peepin' the cat's flow
So we ride on
Banging Track 12 off Black Snow
Hit the back row swervin
Who you know live like this?
Underground soldiers fightin' pigs
Like Mike Vick
Catch a backfist just for bobbin'
Your head to whack shit
You plastic emos stay in dark
Corners like an arachnid
See you balling out 'til you
Get popped when you re-up
Livin' the fast life 'til you
Hit you a speedbump
Eyes fixed on the goal like I'm
Puntin' to win a game
Fuck her any date on a pen and page
You imitate
Shit flops, tickets sell out your bracelet
And make you hip hop
The only way you get respect when you rock
It's amongst the other heads and fiends
Dreams and schemes
Beneath the streets we bend
Beats through amplifiers
Get more neck than vampires
I'm a lost soul so
Hip hop metropolis got dough
Stay underground, bang music through potholes
Listen to the sound, you a pussy like gato
Hold shit down, I'm the master like lock, yo
Dog, we some white gorillas
Plottin' like Congo
Vatos hug the block close when they ride slow
Get they mop blown, head look like a drop
Homes
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Get down
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Fuck that, pardon my speech
Everyone silent when a king speak
We on the darkest streets, sparking leaf
It's hard to see
It's hard for me to believe or evеn
Conceive that one day thеre'll be peace
You gon' make me dust off the heat?
(Blaaow) I leave you deceased
You force my hand, just stop fucking with me
Botherin' a G
You get dusted off like a half a key
In this life you get one turn
I heat it up like a sunburn
Watch the sun burn
As the world turn, floating in outer space
Lookin' down on an alien race, a foul taste
I spit it out, start to erase
Puffed that I'm coughin' purple
Smoke in my face
My dogs barkin' when I walk in the place
Sparkin' the haze
Strivin' for the light in
The darkest of days, motherfucker
Get down
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Get down
(Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds
(Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
I'm no goodie
Show your microphone, motherfucker
Prepare for annihilation try to hate sin
I got more degrees than a master mason
Call me masturbation
I ask why with curious faces
'Cause I'm white coming out from
The south like ejaculation
Keep it hardcore, I'm too raw to rap softly
You faggots is weak
Go two ways like walkie talkies
We the hardest out
Slap whack rappers so guard your mouth
What you all about? We disrespect you
Inside of your momma's house
Savage Brothers, Lhus, and Snowgoons
Automatic dream team be seen like full moons
So keep the stack flow
Jakes is peepin' the cat's flow
So we ride on
Banging Track 12 off Black Snow
Hit the back row swervin
Who you know live like this?
Underground soldiers fightin' pigs
Like Mike Vick
Catch a backfist just for bobbin'
Your head to whack shit
You plastic emos stay in dark
Corners like an arachnid
See you balling out 'til you
Get popped when you re-up
Livin' the fast life 'til you
Hit you a speedbump
Eyes fixed on the goal like I'm
Puntin' to win a game
Fuck her any date on a pen and page
You imitate
Shit flops, tickets sell out your bracelet
And make you hip hop
The only way you get respect when you rock
It's amongst the other heads and fiends
Dreams and schemes
Beneath the streets we bend
Beats through amplifiers
Get more neck than vampires
I'm a lost soul so
Hip hop metropolis got dough
Stay underground, bang music through potholes
Listen to the sound, you a pussy like gato
Hold shit down, I'm the master like lock, yo
Dog, we some white gorillas
Plottin' like Congo
Vatos hug the block close when they ride slow
Get they mop blown, head look like a drop
Homes