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D's Up Lyrics Artist(Band):Sheek Louch
Jump out the Rover nigga Hoodie on, back to carryin’ them thangs Summer’s ova nigga (Oh Summer’s ova) I clap my shit Just copped a GT, album bout to drop I’m bout to rap my shit They go see me way upstate Sheek Louch: After Taxes G-Unot on the plate (G-UNOT!) The crack is beige, the wine is aged The yak is strong, the barrel is long Sheek show these little niggas ass like thongs (BITCH!) I ain’t spit that shit to get dis whip Your advance: I made that with just this trip Next trip I’m savin’ my dough I already know the hip hop police sit and study my flow So I throw ‘em off, play the golf course Disappear like AIDS Yellow fo wit the Polo plaid pants And ever since New Orleans I’ve been comin’ through Queens Coppin’ weed and crazy blunts Word is, Curtis rats and they ain’t seen you once Diamoned up Back with Bad Boy reminiscin’, me and Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up Big!) They say I’m too sick for the new school I can’t attend classes, so I just build up the masses Red Monkey jeans, Belushi glasses Me just sittin there, causin’ some crashes Sheek a rare breed They don’t understand what I’m doin’ there With some sunflower seeds (I’m in the hood nigga) 10-10in’, army coat no linen Doo rag, but not from my head The beat’s spinnin’ They sayin’ what the street’s been missin’ Dropped Walk Wit Me, but that was just for the streets to listen November 8th, I’m comin’ back like the wrath Ya’ll bitch niggas ya’ll ain’t safe LETS GO! [Jadakiss] See the pictures I paint son If I ain’t the King of New York then there ain’t one Tell me who fuckin’ want it And you can put somethin’ on it I’m in the O-6 Supercharged wit nothin’ on it Mad-hot, to have is to have not My crack spot is pro-tools on my laptop Much cheaper then the carter, it’s affordable I ain’t neva gotta infiltrate, cause it’s portable [C’mon] The trey 5-7 is chrome If any big niggas is wit me they just came home Either way I’ma pop that nine Call him 40 Cent now, cause he dropped that dime And he got me kinda jammed up right now, I can’t lie But I don’t know who told his black ass he can’t die The other day I made 40 in a hour Fuck, in the studio, I’m Berry Gordy wit the powder No retreat , No surrender I’m at the juice bar, Armageddon’s in the blender [NAH!] Getting’ ready for the Winter Sweat-suit weather, some reason I shoot better Carry the big gats And leave the scene real fuckin’ nasty, like chocolate milk after a Big Mac I’m on my CEO shit right now Til this underhanded politic shit pipe down (Feel Me!) Shout out to the media and maxes November 8th, Sheek Louch: After Taxes One If you find some error in D's Up Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Alex Hollender, bigairboy2000@aol.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song D's Up The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Sheek Louch" Music | | ||||||||||||
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