Fromdatomb$ Lyrics
| Song | Fromdatomb$ |
| Artist | Joey Bada$$ |
| Artist | Chuck Strangers |
| Album | 1999 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.09] | (Go Brooklyn) |
| [00:03.48] | Said what it's like? |
| [00:05.83] | Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers |
| [00:08.10] | Leave niggas endangered |
| [00:10.56] | It's the real, yo what's the word word? |
| [00:15.72] | Pass the herbs |
| [00:17.74] | Check |
| [00:20.18] | My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind |
| [00:23.50] | I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines |
| [00:25.94] | Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I'm slight soba |
| [00:28.35] | Ma you ain't that girl at giving throat so bye |
| [00:30.70] | F it I'm bi-po-la, took shorty to the backroom |
| [00:33.28] | Play charades, she actin like a vacuum |
| [00:36.26] | Showed her to the door before the afternoon |
| [00:38.30] | She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon |
| [00:41.45] | Fake MC's get their reps ruined |
| [00:43.75] | Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed |
| [00:46.36] | Click-clack-boom, resurrecting Boom-Bap from the tombs |
| [00:49.16] | Raps dope like crack in cocoons |
| [00:51.03] | Back in this mood, back on the move |
| [00:53.71] | It's the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool |
| [00:56.29] | Pay respect to the cat Drew |
| [00:58.59] | And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you |
| [01:01.82] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [01:06.87] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era |
| [01:12.04] | I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life |
| [01:14.07] | Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life |
| [01:16.58] | My nigga it's gon cost you, try not to lose your soul |
| [01:19.78] | To the rims, hoes, and gold |
| [01:21.60] | Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go |
| [01:24.28] | And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong |
| [01:26.87] | I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs |
| [01:29.40] | I know how to rip thongs and I'm pretty good at beer pong |
| [01:32.46] | Nigga, I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco |
| [01:35.24] | Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor |
| [01:37.77] | Bitch we out the door, Vroom vroom skuuurrt |
| [01:40.02] | Bitch love don't live here no more |
| [01:42.15] | Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag |
| [01:45.82] | Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down |
| [01:47.65] | Heard this song and turned around |
| [01:49.20] | Now she want me to unzip her pants |
| [01:51.16] | But I'm gone, bitch missed her chance |
| [01:53.12] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [01:58.09] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era |
| [02:03.13] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [02:08.46] | Big ups to Brooklyn, (Check)home of the era |
| [02:12.85] | I got sick of class, started making classics |
| [02:15.96] | Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses |
| [02:18.62] | I'm sure to blow like bust acid |
| [02:21.02] | Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick |
| [02:23.52] | And I average above average on an average day |
| [02:25.64] | Doing bad shit bet you still can’t pass this |
| [02:28.69] | And his teacher still pass him |
| [02:30.55] | Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons |
| [02:33.92] | Like fuck trigonometry, I’m trying to multiply monopolies |
| [02:36.42] | Subtract some homies then divide the cheese |
| [02:38.83] | Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E |
| [02:42.22] | Shit on you hypotheses |
| [02:43.66] | Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes |
| [02:46.14] | You can’t stand here unless you pay a posture fee |
| [02:48.97] | Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave |
| [02:51.36] | A pile of G's for apology |
| [02:53.74] | Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers |
| [02:59.57] | Leavin' niggas endangered |
| [03:04.54] | Danger, danger |
| [03:09.51] | Joey Bad leavin’ niggas in danger... |
| [03:14.88] |
| [00:00.09] | Go Brooklyn |
| [00:03.48] | Said what it' s like? |
| [00:05.83] | Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers |
| [00:08.10] | Leave niggas endangered |
| [00:10.56] | It' s the real, yo what' s the word word? |
| [00:15.72] | Pass the herbs |
| [00:17.74] | Check |
| [00:20.18] | My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind |
| [00:23.50] | I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines |
| [00:25.94] | Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I' m slight soba |
| [00:28.35] | Ma you ain' t that girl at giving throat so bye |
| [00:30.70] | F it I' m bipola, took shorty to the backroom |
| [00:33.28] | Play charades, she actin like a vacuum |
| [00:36.26] | Showed her to the door before the afternoon |
| [00:38.30] | She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she' ll be back soon |
| [00:41.45] | Fake MC' s get their reps ruined |
| [00:43.75] | Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed |
| [00:46.36] | Clickclackboom, resurrecting BoomBap from the tombs |
| [00:49.16] | Raps dope like crack in cocoons |
| [00:51.03] | Back in this mood, back on the move |
| [00:53.71] | It' s the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool |
| [00:56.29] | Pay respect to the cat Drew |
| [00:58.59] | And I' m way too blessed to be throwing shots at you |
| [01:01.82] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [01:06.87] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era |
| [01:12.04] | I' m tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life |
| [01:14.07] | Just remember home boy there ain' t no free way to life |
| [01:16.58] | My nigga it' s gon cost you, try not to lose your soul |
| [01:19.78] | To the rims, hoes, and gold |
| [01:21.60] | Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain' t letting go |
| [01:24.28] | And I' m far from religious, I just know right and wrong |
| [01:26.87] | I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs |
| [01:29.40] | I know how to rip thongs and I' m pretty good at beer pong |
| [01:32.46] | Nigga, I' m so crazy, nigga I' m loco |
| [01:35.24] | Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor |
| [01:37.77] | Bitch we out the door, Vroom vroom skuuurrt |
| [01:40.02] | Bitch love don' t live here no more |
| [01:42.15] | Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag |
| [01:45.82] | Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down |
| [01:47.65] | Heard this song and turned around |
| [01:49.20] | Now she want me to unzip her pants |
| [01:51.16] | But I' m gone, bitch missed her chance |
| [01:53.12] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [01:58.09] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era |
| [02:03.13] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [02:08.46] | Big ups to Brooklyn, Check home of the era |
| [02:12.85] | I got sick of class, started making classics |
| [02:15.96] | Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses |
| [02:18.62] | I' m sure to blow like bust acid |
| [02:21.02] | Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick |
| [02:23.52] | And I average above average on an average day |
| [02:25.64] | Doing bad shit bet you still can' t pass this |
| [02:28.69] | And his teacher still pass him |
| [02:30.55] | Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons |
| [02:33.92] | Like fuck trigonometry, I' m trying to multiply monopolies |
| [02:36.42] | Subtract some homies then divide the cheese |
| [02:38.83] | Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E |
| [02:42.22] | Shit on you hypotheses |
| [02:43.66] | Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes |
| [02:46.14] | You can' t stand here unless you pay a posture fee |
| [02:48.97] | Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave |
| [02:51.36] | A pile of G' s for apology |
| [02:53.74] | Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers |
| [02:59.57] | Leavin' niggas endangered |
| [03:04.54] | Danger, danger |
| [03:09.51] | Joey Bad leavin' niggas in danger... |
| [03:14.88] |
| [00:00.09] | Go Brooklyn |
| [00:03.48] | Said what it' s like? |
| [00:05.83] | Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers |
| [00:08.10] | Leave niggas endangered |
| [00:10.56] | It' s the real, yo what' s the word word? |
| [00:15.72] | Pass the herbs |
| [00:17.74] | Check |
| [00:20.18] | My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind |
| [00:23.50] | I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines |
| [00:25.94] | Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I' m slight soba |
| [00:28.35] | Ma you ain' t that girl at giving throat so bye |
| [00:30.70] | F it I' m bipola, took shorty to the backroom |
| [00:33.28] | Play charades, she actin like a vacuum |
| [00:36.26] | Showed her to the door before the afternoon |
| [00:38.30] | She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she' ll be back soon |
| [00:41.45] | Fake MC' s get their reps ruined |
| [00:43.75] | Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed |
| [00:46.36] | Clickclackboom, resurrecting BoomBap from the tombs |
| [00:49.16] | Raps dope like crack in cocoons |
| [00:51.03] | Back in this mood, back on the move |
| [00:53.71] | It' s the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool |
| [00:56.29] | Pay respect to the cat Drew |
| [00:58.59] | And I' m way too blessed to be throwing shots at you |
| [01:01.82] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [01:06.87] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era |
| [01:12.04] | I' m tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life |
| [01:14.07] | Just remember home boy there ain' t no free way to life |
| [01:16.58] | My nigga it' s gon cost you, try not to lose your soul |
| [01:19.78] | To the rims, hoes, and gold |
| [01:21.60] | Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain' t letting go |
| [01:24.28] | And I' m far from religious, I just know right and wrong |
| [01:26.87] | I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs |
| [01:29.40] | I know how to rip thongs and I' m pretty good at beer pong |
| [01:32.46] | Nigga, I' m so crazy, nigga I' m loco |
| [01:35.24] | Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor |
| [01:37.77] | Bitch we out the door, Vroom vroom skuuurrt |
| [01:40.02] | Bitch love don' t live here no more |
| [01:42.15] | Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag |
| [01:45.82] | Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down |
| [01:47.65] | Heard this song and turned around |
| [01:49.20] | Now she want me to unzip her pants |
| [01:51.16] | But I' m gone, bitch missed her chance |
| [01:53.12] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [01:58.09] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era |
| [02:03.13] | Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest |
| [02:08.46] | Big ups to Brooklyn, Check home of the era |
| [02:12.85] | I got sick of class, started making classics |
| [02:15.96] | Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses |
| [02:18.62] | I' m sure to blow like bust acid |
| [02:21.02] | Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick |
| [02:23.52] | And I average above average on an average day |
| [02:25.64] | Doing bad shit bet you still can' t pass this |
| [02:28.69] | And his teacher still pass him |
| [02:30.55] | Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons |
| [02:33.92] | Like fuck trigonometry, I' m trying to multiply monopolies |
| [02:36.42] | Subtract some homies then divide the cheese |
| [02:38.83] | Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E |
| [02:42.22] | Shit on you hypotheses |
| [02:43.66] | Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes |
| [02:46.14] | You can' t stand here unless you pay a posture fee |
| [02:48.97] | Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave |
| [02:51.36] | A pile of G' s for apology |
| [02:53.74] | Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers |
| [02:59.57] | Leavin' niggas endangered |
| [03:04.54] | Danger, danger |
| [03:09.51] | Joey Bad leavin' niggas in danger... |
| [03:14.88] |
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