Buckingham Palace (feat. Kxng Crooked, Benny the Butcher & 38 Spesh)

歌詞

Hunnid Gs Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity Colder than a glass of ice cubes I got 'em all in bad moods, stompin' on shoes, I never lose I don't give a fuck about how you're feelin' Got the roof on fire, legs to the ceilin' Sexual healin', we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics We bounce off promoters like West Coast hydraulics Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box Right near the mask and the wig are the fake dreadlocks Bumboclaat, box of ammo in the pocket It's all fun and games 'til your eye's hangin' out your socket Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face Hey yo, I got a problem with authority Lawyers handle problems accordingly They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me I gotta make sure my corner eat Over the stove pot leaned to the side like I'm pourin' tea Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats Either you a hustler or a thief All I needed was a quarter ki' In the corner, me and my dawg regulated like Warren G Sold it hot, but I bought it cheap Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee You talk slick, but can't afford to be And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be Step on work with foreign sneaks Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop! The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop! Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile You could be double-crossed by your apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo But culture vultures don't hear me though Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal While bitches out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle Why the fuck would I touch a thot with some gonorrhea? I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia Go look it up, you don't read books enough That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, nigga I'm a G, nigga