a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de now listen - the lox

[chorus: sheek louch]
d-blockkkkkk
we made it from the bottom to the top
we ain’t have a pot to p-ss in
these f-ckin’ record labels we was beggin’ em to (listen)
now our watch glisten
these new a&rs take the artist in the room and play our sh-t like (listen, lox!)
drug dealers, stick up kids, n-ggas on a mission (yeah)
you outta towner n-ggas is welcome here but (now listen)
dope money, c0ke money, cookin’ in the kitchen
l-o-x, d-block (now listen), hip-hop (now listen)

[verse 1: styles p]
now, i was hopin’ that you would listen to me
gotta a buncha n-ggas that’ll make you gettin’ missin’ for me
you don’t know the clique, you wasn’t doin’ your history
call me the ghost, i’m the n-gga like an epiphany
down in the minivan, three jack boys, two murderers
my n-ggas gon’ get busy on any lane
if you the king, then you soon to die
a new king [?] rules in junior high
[?] maroon 5 gettin’ booed [?]
you a goon, you make sure that the shooter die
n-ggas get fresh but i get rick-the-ruler fly
guns so automatic n-ggas thought it was computerized

[chorus: sheek louch]
we made it from the bottom to the top
we ain’t have a pot to p-ss in
these f-ckin’ record labels we was beggin’ em to (listen)
now our watch glisten
these new a&rs take the artist in the room and play our sh-t like (listen, lox!)
drug dealers, stick up kids, n-ggas on a mission (yeah)
you outta towner n-ggas is welcome here but (now listen)
dope money, c0ke money, cookin’ in the kitchen
l-o-x, d-block (now listen), hip-hop (now listen)

[verse 2: jadakiss]
this [?] take a few years to come out, gun out, dumb out
now listen, that’s why you got two ears and one mouth
road to the riches, i only know one route (that’s it)
there’s land on the property and that ain’t no fun house
usually respect is earned, not given
you losin’ ’cause you ain’t concerned about winnin’
question is when will you learn you not livin’?
hopefully you’ll get your turn just stop b-tchin’ (stop)
watched what not to do then we became bosses
the loudest n-ggas usually the brokest or the softest
yeah, most loyal, if nothing, we are that
i hug my n-ggas tight and i give ’em a hun’ wrap [?]
what up?

[verse 3: sheek louch]
the project building, the crackheads, the news, the k!llins
the stick-up kids, these little n-ggas dreamin’ of millions
the dope rapper, the next jordan, the little young b-tch that got a fake -ss to fill a p-rn (d-mn)
the bakin’ soda, the triple beam, the dope fiends
the boosted b-tch, the fake checks, the credit schemes
the court system. the jail time, the crooked sh-t
police is huntin’ black people from the look of it
the big rocks, the range rover, the emptiness
your one hit went in and out like p and kiss (uh)
the longevity, the street cred, you’ll never get
you’re a student of this l-o-x sh-t

[outro: sheek louch]
l-o-x, l-o-x, l-l-o-x, d-block, hip-hop, now listen
l-o-x, l-o-x, l-l-o-x, d-block, hip-hop, now listen
(now listen, now listen, now listen, now listen)
l-o-x (now listen)
(now-now-now) d-block
(now listen, now listen, now listen)

- the lox

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS