Song | Slept On |
Artist | The Prodigy |
Album | H.N.I.C. 3 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Hey yo, my flow burns so hot | |
Im cooked like the coke up | |
Boy it will over scorch you, | |
Be a soldier on your frontline | |
Im wicked with the rapping | |
The sickest nigga on the drop | |
To bitches | |
Im attractive | |
I make that pussy holla | |
Im good with shit man | |
Listen to the shit | |
I sayIts perignon you dog, | |
I pop like the bubbely | |
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs | |
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass | |
Mobocracy, live by mob rules | |
If niggas dont humble, they self re eat food | |
Who possibly, could stop me, | |
I askPerhaps nigga not knowing | |
I be going ham | |
Mob deep coming, put your woman in the stash | |
In delict, whenever | |
I speak its straight cash | |
Hustle harder, go harder | |
I mash450k | |
I made on the gas | |
They call me big time, big beats | |
Big raps, | |
I get big chicks | |
Little rappers, they get stepped on | |
They dreams get crushed, | |
Im not to be slept on | |
Im not to be slept on | |
Keep dreaming, | |
Im not to be slept on450 killer me is on the gas | |
Got bad ass bonnie, shot gun on my left | |
Feeling like | |
Bonnie and | |
ClydeMallory and | |
Mickey, she giving nigga top | |
Like she tryna giving hicky | |
She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky | |
Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky | |
And its cl floated on smooth like the frisby | |
Man, what yall niggas wanna do, you cant really | |
The boys get up but the land get bizy | |
In the mix empire state boys | |
Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city | |
The capital of passion girl we get spiffy mob hats counting money like the machine | |
Niggas start shit will resort to heavy metal450kilometers on a pedal | |
They wanna catch me slip | |
I move too fast | |
Internat P, check the numbers on the dash | |
They call me big time, big beats | |
Big raps, | |
I get big chicks | |
Little rappers, they get stepped on | |
They dreams get crushed, | |
Im not to be slept on | |
Im not to be slept on | |
Keep dreaming, | |
Im not to be slept on. |
Hey yo, my flow burns so hot | |
I m cooked like the coke up | |
Boy it will over scorch you, | |
Be a soldier on your frontline | |
I m wicked with the rapping | |
The sickest nigga on the drop | |
To bitches | |
I m attractive | |
I make that pussy holla | |
I m good with shit man | |
Listen to the shit | |
I sayIt s perignon you dog, | |
I pop like the bubbely | |
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs | |
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass | |
Mobocracy, live by mob rules | |
If niggas don t humble, they self re eat food | |
Who possibly, could stop me, | |
I askPerhaps nigga not knowing | |
I be going ham | |
Mob deep coming, put your woman in the stash | |
In delict, whenever | |
I speak it s straight cash | |
Hustle harder, go harder | |
I mash450k | |
I made on the gas | |
They call me big time, big beats | |
Big raps, | |
I get big chicks | |
Little rappers, they get stepped on | |
They dreams get crushed, | |
I m not to be slept on | |
I m not to be slept on | |
Keep dreaming, | |
I m not to be slept on450 killer me is on the gas | |
Got bad ass bonnie, shot gun on my left | |
Feeling like | |
Bonnie and | |
ClydeMallory and | |
Mickey, she giving nigga top | |
Like she tryna giving hicky | |
She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky | |
Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky | |
And it s cl floated on smooth like the frisby | |
Man, what y all niggas wanna do, you can t really | |
The boys get up but the land get bizy | |
In the mix empire state boys | |
Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city | |
The capital of passion girl we get spiffy mob hats counting money like the machine | |
Niggas start shit will resort to heavy metal450kilometers on a pedal | |
They wanna catch me slip | |
I move too fast | |
Internat P, check the numbers on the dash | |
They call me big time, big beats | |
Big raps, | |
I get big chicks | |
Little rappers, they get stepped on | |
They dreams get crushed, | |
I m not to be slept on | |
I m not to be slept on | |
Keep dreaming, | |
I m not to be slept on. |
Hey yo, my flow burns so hot | |
I m cooked like the coke up | |
Boy it will over scorch you, | |
Be a soldier on your frontline | |
I m wicked with the rapping | |
The sickest nigga on the drop | |
To bitches | |
I m attractive | |
I make that pussy holla | |
I m good with shit man | |
Listen to the shit | |
I sayIt s perignon you dog, | |
I pop like the bubbely | |
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs | |
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass | |
Mobocracy, live by mob rules | |
If niggas don t humble, they self re eat food | |
Who possibly, could stop me, | |
I askPerhaps nigga not knowing | |
I be going ham | |
Mob deep coming, put your woman in the stash | |
In delict, whenever | |
I speak it s straight cash | |
Hustle harder, go harder | |
I mash450k | |
I made on the gas | |
They call me big time, big beats | |
Big raps, | |
I get big chicks | |
Little rappers, they get stepped on | |
They dreams get crushed, | |
I m not to be slept on | |
I m not to be slept on | |
Keep dreaming, | |
I m not to be slept on450 killer me is on the gas | |
Got bad ass bonnie, shot gun on my left | |
Feeling like | |
Bonnie and | |
ClydeMallory and | |
Mickey, she giving nigga top | |
Like she tryna giving hicky | |
She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky | |
Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky | |
And it s cl floated on smooth like the frisby | |
Man, what y all niggas wanna do, you can t really | |
The boys get up but the land get bizy | |
In the mix empire state boys | |
Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city | |
The capital of passion girl we get spiffy mob hats counting money like the machine | |
Niggas start shit will resort to heavy metal450kilometers on a pedal | |
They wanna catch me slip | |
I move too fast | |
Internat P, check the numbers on the dash | |
They call me big time, big beats | |
Big raps, | |
I get big chicks | |
Little rappers, they get stepped on | |
They dreams get crushed, | |
I m not to be slept on | |
I m not to be slept on | |
Keep dreaming, | |
I m not to be slept on. |