letra de drug lord - red cafe
[intro: red cafe]
drug lord
they’re calling me a drug lord
(brooklyn, flatbush)
drug lord
(2007)
look
(shakedown)
[verse 1: red cafe]
cash, cash, i gets h-lla cash
shawty don’t judge me, i might f-ck you fast
then get out of dodge, hop in my dodge
camaro, fidel castro, look
cocaine connect, now what i’m known as
believe i dropped a few burbs, where your zone at?
believe i push h-lla pounds where your town at
and bet i press the chopper right where your frown at
what your life like? n-gga, mine real
that rollie you wearin’ foolery, n-gga, mine real
i’m selling narcotics, so you know how come
i’m still balling on n-ggas without an album
i ain’t out here preachin’ like if i’m malcom
i’m h-lla dirty in these streets, 730
shakedown, b-tch, smoke till my lungs black
only question i ask, “f-ck is my one’s at?”
f-ck what these hoes doing, f-ck who these hoes scr-w-ng
put that ho in the street, let’s get this dough moving
i slam cadillac doors, whip, whip city then ice that crack gold
[hook: red cafe]
h-llo, h-llo, i’m mean, motherf-cker
h-llo, h-llo, i’m mean, motherf-cker
h-llo, h-llo, i’m mean, motherf-cker
i know they wanna be me, motherf-cker
h-llo, h-llo, i’m mean, motherf-cker
h-llo, h-llo, i’m mean, motherf-cker (2 chainz)
h-llo, h-llo, i’m mean, motherf-cker (h-llo)
i know they wanna be me, motherf-cker (yeaaaah)
[verse 2: 2 chainz]
hair weave k!ll ’em, rearrange her hairdo
i’m motherf-ckin’ real and that just ain’t you
i’m up on appeal for k!lling the pro tools
and n-ggas know my religion is tru
horseshoes, curfew n-ggas, consort with k!llers
lil’ n-ggas is g-ssed up, it’s time to burp you, n-ggas
see, every day is a weekend, we spend
money on the strong pack, you n-ggas is weaklin’s
catch me on one, two, five and the wheat timbs
gucci hoodie on, look like a tall–ss rakim
i’m a dread-head, rocking with the redhead
i’m from college park where the feds tap a dead cell
smoke cool js, back-to-back ll
you need clientele just so you can rock bail
yeah, used to trap by a school zone
atl, i had crack in my school clothes
got into it with my car until the roof gone
catch up, you too far back in the grey poupon
they say i’m a hoodlum in some new clothes
h-llo, goodbye, i need some new hoes
[hook]
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