VEGAN (feat.Amar Divine,Turnpike Ike) Lyrics
| Song | VEGAN (feat.Amar Divine,Turnpike Ike) |
| Artist | Cappadonna |
| Album | Vegan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kellen Ford | |
| 作词 : Darryl Hill/I. Mitchener/T. Hemingway | |
| [Intro: Cappadonna] | |
| Crazy shit | |
| Riding on the side of my horse | |
| Desperado style | |
| more my zigga | |
| [Verse 1:Cappadonna] | |
| Killers for life, ain't no hope | |
| Police in the building, yeah we never shook | |
| Hard genes make a nigga feel like a rugged look | |
| Acid, E pills, Molly and food | |
| The young could have taken a little time to give a push | |
| The homies that's rapping, mine is a weapon | |
| Get it on the streets, you don't have to be at the sessions | |
| Pop your wardrobe, came got a crib near the Mexicans | |
| We��re back in New York, me and Amar be on Lexington | |
| ID's good if the police try to flex again | |
| Can��t stop us | |
| We only in the hood when we pop up | |
| Chop chop up packages, show'em rough | |
| [?] he's black down, black truck | |
| Black niggas, pro-black as the **** | |
| Africa shit keep white | |
| Nobody move,nobody get bust | |
| Nobody in the building | |
| And nobody getting shot | |
| [Verse 2: Turnpike Ike] | |
| In this shit there has been a slight change of plans | |
| Cause y'all niggas never really stood a chance | |
| And this year watch me do'em for the fans | |
| Do it for the kids I��m like DJ Lance | |
| Rock, sometimes life is topsy-turvy | |
| Me, I'm tryna get it early | |
| As long as fiends snorting [girly?] | |
| I��mma grab the world in a short curlies | |
| My M.O. is to get this dope | |
| So I need blow like the drip of snow | |
| Okay, I need hoes I can touch they toes | |
| I��m grilled like Michael Jackson��s first nose | |
| Yeah, niggas in the hood say I��m on fire | |
| Nigga I��m in the hood like carbon fiber | |
| She can be talking the Aston Martin | |
| I still give her the boot, Doc Martens | |
| [Verse 3: Amar Divine] | |
| We design, find and restore energy | |
| We define our time through our melodies | |
| Nah I ain��t trying to hear the shit these niggas telling me | |
| Listen to this industry | |
| Niggas out with this celery. no flavor | |
| Watch a game like the nosey neighbor watch | |
| Understand how they do surround sound | |
| Just to make your things move about like modern kings | |
| Everybody knows about the sagas that my niggas sing | |
| See the rapid singing, more than all my jaw | |
| All my better leave their business card | |
| You ain't got one man, you ain't about shit | |
| This is a new day, dawg | |
| We figured it out New age program | |
| Money makes no | |
| No physical effort, work for no man | |
| See we enterprising nigga, this is just us | |
| And if you ain't there, well then nigga this is tough luck |
| zuo qu : Kellen Ford | |
| zuo ci : Darryl Hill I. Mitchener T. Hemingway | |
| Intro: Cappadonna | |
| Crazy shit | |
| Riding on the side of my horse | |
| Desperado style | |
| more my zigga | |
| Verse 1: Cappadonna | |
| Killers for life, ain' t no hope | |
| Police in the building, yeah we never shook | |
| Hard genes make a nigga feel like a rugged look | |
| Acid, E pills, Molly and food | |
| The young could have taken a little time to give a push | |
| The homies that' s rapping, mine is a weapon | |
| Get it on the streets, you don' t have to be at the sessions | |
| Pop your wardrobe, came got a crib near the Mexicans | |
| We re back in New York, me and Amar be on Lexington | |
| ID' s good if the police try to flex again | |
| Can t stop us | |
| We only in the hood when we pop up | |
| Chop chop up packages, show' em rough | |
| ? he' s black down, black truck | |
| Black niggas, problack as the | |
| Africa shit keep white | |
| Nobody move, nobody get bust | |
| Nobody in the building | |
| And nobody getting shot | |
| Verse 2: Turnpike Ike | |
| In this shit there has been a slight change of plans | |
| Cause y' all niggas never really stood a chance | |
| And this year watch me do' em for the fans | |
| Do it for the kids I m like DJ Lance | |
| Rock, sometimes life is topsyturvy | |
| Me, I' m tryna get it early | |
| As long as fiends snorting girly? | |
| I mma grab the world in a short curlies | |
| My M. O. is to get this dope | |
| So I need blow like the drip of snow | |
| Okay, I need hoes I can touch they toes | |
| I m grilled like Michael Jackson s first nose | |
| Yeah, niggas in the hood say I m on fire | |
| Nigga I m in the hood like carbon fiber | |
| She can be talking the Aston Martin | |
| I still give her the boot, Doc Martens | |
| Verse 3: Amar Divine | |
| We design, find and restore energy | |
| We define our time through our melodies | |
| Nah I ain t trying to hear the shit these niggas telling me | |
| Listen to this industry | |
| Niggas out with this celery. no flavor | |
| Watch a game like the nosey neighbor watch | |
| Understand how they do surround sound | |
| Just to make your things move about like modern kings | |
| Everybody knows about the sagas that my niggas sing | |
| See the rapid singing, more than all my jaw | |
| All my better leave their business card | |
| You ain' t got one man, you ain' t about shit | |
| This is a new day, dawg | |
| We figured it out New age program | |
| Money makes no | |
| No physical effort, work for no man | |
| See we enterprising nigga, this is just us | |
| And if you ain' t there, well then nigga this is tough luck |
| zuò qǔ : Kellen Ford | |
| zuò cí : Darryl Hill I. Mitchener T. Hemingway | |
| Intro: Cappadonna | |
| Crazy shit | |
| Riding on the side of my horse | |
| Desperado style | |
| more my zigga | |
| Verse 1: Cappadonna | |
| Killers for life, ain' t no hope | |
| Police in the building, yeah we never shook | |
| Hard genes make a nigga feel like a rugged look | |
| Acid, E pills, Molly and food | |
| The young could have taken a little time to give a push | |
| The homies that' s rapping, mine is a weapon | |
| Get it on the streets, you don' t have to be at the sessions | |
| Pop your wardrobe, came got a crib near the Mexicans | |
| We re back in New York, me and Amar be on Lexington | |
| ID' s good if the police try to flex again | |
| Can t stop us | |
| We only in the hood when we pop up | |
| Chop chop up packages, show' em rough | |
| ? he' s black down, black truck | |
| Black niggas, problack as the | |
| Africa shit keep white | |
| Nobody move, nobody get bust | |
| Nobody in the building | |
| And nobody getting shot | |
| Verse 2: Turnpike Ike | |
| In this shit there has been a slight change of plans | |
| Cause y' all niggas never really stood a chance | |
| And this year watch me do' em for the fans | |
| Do it for the kids I m like DJ Lance | |
| Rock, sometimes life is topsyturvy | |
| Me, I' m tryna get it early | |
| As long as fiends snorting girly? | |
| I mma grab the world in a short curlies | |
| My M. O. is to get this dope | |
| So I need blow like the drip of snow | |
| Okay, I need hoes I can touch they toes | |
| I m grilled like Michael Jackson s first nose | |
| Yeah, niggas in the hood say I m on fire | |
| Nigga I m in the hood like carbon fiber | |
| She can be talking the Aston Martin | |
| I still give her the boot, Doc Martens | |
| Verse 3: Amar Divine | |
| We design, find and restore energy | |
| We define our time through our melodies | |
| Nah I ain t trying to hear the shit these niggas telling me | |
| Listen to this industry | |
| Niggas out with this celery. no flavor | |
| Watch a game like the nosey neighbor watch | |
| Understand how they do surround sound | |
| Just to make your things move about like modern kings | |
| Everybody knows about the sagas that my niggas sing | |
| See the rapid singing, more than all my jaw | |
| All my better leave their business card | |
| You ain' t got one man, you ain' t about shit | |
| This is a new day, dawg | |
| We figured it out New age program | |
| Money makes no | |
| No physical effort, work for no man | |
| See we enterprising nigga, this is just us | |
| And if you ain' t there, well then nigga this is tough luck |
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