Deja Vu (Uptown Baby) Lyrics
| Song | Deja Vu (Uptown Baby) |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | HipHop Classics Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| New york to the heart, but got love for all | |
| Lie and die in the fire, where i learned to ball | |
| Uptown is the place where i lay my dome | |
| On the streets of the bronx where my fa-mi-ly roam | |
| Hoe damn it, we home, peter got a nine millimeter | |
| Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater | |
| I never really liked to play a fool like that | |
| But i love to succeed and see foes fall flat... | |
| ... splat, like deja vu | |
| And i got another clip that'll daze y'all crew | |
| I sip cristal, dom p, mo' with pist-al | |
| Just cause i'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt | |
| Keep em near da fifties and, hundreds all arranged | |
| Anything less than that, you keep the change | |
| Not filthy rich, but bitch i'm barely broke | |
| Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope | |
| Friends call me gunz, sons call me trife | |
| Cause i'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife | |
| And that's life, you should learn how to treat her | |
| I guarantee peter, knows how to eat her | |
| And beat her, niggaz in the bronx call me lex | |
| Cause i push a lex, and i rock a rolex | |
| And i lounge on lex', and i love sex | |
| And i wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex | |
| Like dex, nigga god rest your soul | |
| But when you're playin cards for gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho | |
| Chorus: peter gunz, lord tariq (two parts) | |
| [peter gunz] | |
| New york niggaz got crazy game | |
| But outta town niggaz is all the same | |
| Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot | |
| That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot | |
| Harlem niggaz know how to play | |
| Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay | |
| Niggaz outta queens got shit on lock | |
| Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot | |
| [lord tariq] | |
| But if it wasn't for the bronx | |
| This rap shit probably never would be going on | |
| So tell me where you from? | |
| Pg: uptown baby, uptown baby | |
| Pg: we gets down baby, up for the crown baby | |
| (repeat 2x) | |
| [lord tariq] | |
| Yo, the rm-80, is parked in the lot | |
| Right next to the mercedes, keep the heat cocked | |
| For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around | |
| Thinking shit's gravy; stop me? maybe | |
| I'm livin life lawless, makin big investments | |
| On them 8-class flawless, and hoes call us | |
| I'm comfortable like ri-carro, two quarters of my life | |
| Walkin roads type narrow, deep thoughts which i abide by | |
| Puffin high, got my mind's eye, points sharper | |
| Than an arrow gettin high, keep your eye on the sparrow | |
| Riches like the pharoahe, bought a new five | |
| With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo | |
| Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow | |
| And i strap for my foes like a saddle | |
| I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel | |
| Talk shit? whatever have you, i'm from soundview | |
| Bronx most wanted, front get confronted | |
| Playa, we rollin deep in the one point five hundreds | |
| Like big i., red eyed, mad blunted | |
| You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded | |
| With the bronx it's a warnin, stormin guns out | |
| From, dusk til dawn and it's on, no doubt | |
| Keep a eye on yo' bitch when i'm roamin about | |
| And put a eye on yo' lip nigga, watch yo' mouth | |
| I'm from the bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house | |
| Cause youse a small-time nigga, bout a half an ounce now | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: lord tariq, peter gunz | |
| Uh, peter gunz like what | |
| Uh, the lord tariq is like what | |
| Uh, soundview like what | |
| Uh, one-seventy-fourth like what | |
| Uh, money boss like what | |
| Uh, the gun runners like what | |
| Uh, and kns like what | |
| Uh, and uptown like what | |
| Shao-lin, play, play on | |
| Strong isle, play play on and a | |
| Mt. vern, play play on | |
| And yonkers, play play on and a | |
| Puttin' it down for n.y. ya know what i mean | |
| N.y. and world wide |
| New york to the heart, but got love for all | |
| Lie and die in the fire, where i learned to ball | |
| Uptown is the place where i lay my dome | |
| On the streets of the bronx where my family roam | |
| Hoe damn it, we home, peter got a nine millimeter | |
| Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater | |
| I never really liked to play a fool like that | |
| But i love to succeed and see foes fall flat... | |
| ... splat, like deja vu | |
| And i got another clip that' ll daze y' all crew | |
| I sip cristal, dom p, mo' with pistal | |
| Just cause i' m pissy, don' t mean you should misdoubt | |
| Keep em near da fifties and, hundreds all arranged | |
| Anything less than that, you keep the change | |
| Not filthy rich, but bitch i' m barely broke | |
| Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope | |
| Friends call me gunz, sons call me trife | |
| Cause i' m quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife | |
| And that' s life, you should learn how to treat her | |
| I guarantee peter, knows how to eat her | |
| And beat her, niggaz in the bronx call me lex | |
| Cause i push a lex, and i rock a rolex | |
| And i lounge on lex', and i love sex | |
| And i wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex | |
| Like dex, nigga god rest your soul | |
| But when you' re playin cards for gunz, it ain' t time to fold, ho | |
| Chorus: peter gunz, lord tariq two parts | |
| peter gunz | |
| New york niggaz got crazy game | |
| But outta town niggaz is all the same | |
| Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot | |
| That' s because when it' s beef they ain' t scared to shoot | |
| Harlem niggaz know how to play | |
| Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay | |
| Niggaz outta queens got shit on lock | |
| Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot | |
| lord tariq | |
| But if it wasn' t for the bronx | |
| This rap shit probably never would be going on | |
| So tell me where you from? | |
| Pg: uptown baby, uptown baby | |
| Pg: we gets down baby, up for the crown baby | |
| repeat 2x | |
| lord tariq | |
| Yo, the rm80, is parked in the lot | |
| Right next to the mercedes, keep the heat cocked | |
| For these blocks that are shady, you' re crazy if you walk around | |
| Thinking shit' s gravy stop me? maybe | |
| I' m livin life lawless, makin big investments | |
| On them 8class flawless, and hoes call us | |
| I' m comfortable like ricarro, two quarters of my life | |
| Walkin roads type narrow, deep thoughts which i abide by | |
| Puffin high, got my mind' s eye, points sharper | |
| Than an arrow gettin high, keep your eye on the sparrow | |
| Riches like the pharoahe, bought a new five | |
| With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo | |
| Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow | |
| And i strap for my foes like a saddle | |
| I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel | |
| Talk shit? whatever have you, i' m from soundview | |
| Bronx most wanted, front get confronted | |
| Playa, we rollin deep in the one point five hundreds | |
| Like big i., red eyed, mad blunted | |
| You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded | |
| With the bronx it' s a warnin, stormin guns out | |
| From, dusk til dawn and it' s on, no doubt | |
| Keep a eye on yo' bitch when i' m roamin about | |
| And put a eye on yo' lip nigga, watch yo' mouth | |
| I' m from the bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house | |
| Cause youse a smalltime nigga, bout a half an ounce now | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: lord tariq, peter gunz | |
| Uh, peter gunz like what | |
| Uh, the lord tariq is like what | |
| Uh, soundview like what | |
| Uh, oneseventyfourth like what | |
| Uh, money boss like what | |
| Uh, the gun runners like what | |
| Uh, and kns like what | |
| Uh, and uptown like what | |
| Shaolin, play, play on | |
| Strong isle, play play on and a | |
| Mt. vern, play play on | |
| And yonkers, play play on and a | |
| Puttin' it down for n. y. ya know what i mean | |
| N. y. and world wide |
| New york to the heart, but got love for all | |
| Lie and die in the fire, where i learned to ball | |
| Uptown is the place where i lay my dome | |
| On the streets of the bronx where my family roam | |
| Hoe damn it, we home, peter got a nine millimeter | |
| Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater | |
| I never really liked to play a fool like that | |
| But i love to succeed and see foes fall flat... | |
| ... splat, like deja vu | |
| And i got another clip that' ll daze y' all crew | |
| I sip cristal, dom p, mo' with pistal | |
| Just cause i' m pissy, don' t mean you should misdoubt | |
| Keep em near da fifties and, hundreds all arranged | |
| Anything less than that, you keep the change | |
| Not filthy rich, but bitch i' m barely broke | |
| Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope | |
| Friends call me gunz, sons call me trife | |
| Cause i' m quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife | |
| And that' s life, you should learn how to treat her | |
| I guarantee peter, knows how to eat her | |
| And beat her, niggaz in the bronx call me lex | |
| Cause i push a lex, and i rock a rolex | |
| And i lounge on lex', and i love sex | |
| And i wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex | |
| Like dex, nigga god rest your soul | |
| But when you' re playin cards for gunz, it ain' t time to fold, ho | |
| Chorus: peter gunz, lord tariq two parts | |
| peter gunz | |
| New york niggaz got crazy game | |
| But outta town niggaz is all the same | |
| Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot | |
| That' s because when it' s beef they ain' t scared to shoot | |
| Harlem niggaz know how to play | |
| Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay | |
| Niggaz outta queens got shit on lock | |
| Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot | |
| lord tariq | |
| But if it wasn' t for the bronx | |
| This rap shit probably never would be going on | |
| So tell me where you from? | |
| Pg: uptown baby, uptown baby | |
| Pg: we gets down baby, up for the crown baby | |
| repeat 2x | |
| lord tariq | |
| Yo, the rm80, is parked in the lot | |
| Right next to the mercedes, keep the heat cocked | |
| For these blocks that are shady, you' re crazy if you walk around | |
| Thinking shit' s gravy stop me? maybe | |
| I' m livin life lawless, makin big investments | |
| On them 8class flawless, and hoes call us | |
| I' m comfortable like ricarro, two quarters of my life | |
| Walkin roads type narrow, deep thoughts which i abide by | |
| Puffin high, got my mind' s eye, points sharper | |
| Than an arrow gettin high, keep your eye on the sparrow | |
| Riches like the pharoahe, bought a new five | |
| With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo | |
| Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow | |
| And i strap for my foes like a saddle | |
| I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel | |
| Talk shit? whatever have you, i' m from soundview | |
| Bronx most wanted, front get confronted | |
| Playa, we rollin deep in the one point five hundreds | |
| Like big i., red eyed, mad blunted | |
| You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded | |
| With the bronx it' s a warnin, stormin guns out | |
| From, dusk til dawn and it' s on, no doubt | |
| Keep a eye on yo' bitch when i' m roamin about | |
| And put a eye on yo' lip nigga, watch yo' mouth | |
| I' m from the bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house | |
| Cause youse a smalltime nigga, bout a half an ounce now | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: lord tariq, peter gunz | |
| Uh, peter gunz like what | |
| Uh, the lord tariq is like what | |
| Uh, soundview like what | |
| Uh, oneseventyfourth like what | |
| Uh, money boss like what | |
| Uh, the gun runners like what | |
| Uh, and kns like what | |
| Uh, and uptown like what | |
| Shaolin, play, play on | |
| Strong isle, play play on and a | |
| Mt. vern, play play on | |
| And yonkers, play play on and a | |
| Puttin' it down for n. y. ya know what i mean | |
| N. y. and world wide |
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