At The Kappa歌詞

作曲 : Justin Scott
Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa
Word to Slim Thug on four swangas and adapters
Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters
Balling in the mix from here and thereafter
Wrote another chapter bout climbing up the ladder
Got glass on the dash I just hope it don't shatter into pieces
Diamond in the gold in the teeths
Accent the features, pants with the creases, prestigious
With that player shit when I play
The bass might knock the bumper off any day
Keep the drank in tray, put thе Big by the K
Don't be fronting on my name, you can't livе where I stay
You don't pay what I pay to get the Kobe filet
You prolly thinking Lakers, I was talking bout steak
It's marble on the plate, crustaceans on the way
Got tired of catching shrimp, so I mixed up the bait
I mixed up the batter, then I baked up the cake
I chopped up the slices then scraped off the flake
I'm sorry for the mix-up, man, scraped off the fake
It ain't enough salt to get tossed to kill my chase
Creeping like a slug in a slab on a slope
But if I do the dash I can keep up with the boats
The Wraiths, the Rarries, the Lex and the Ghost
If you ain't riding foreign this some shit you can't decode
I hate to be high sadity, but I gotta be it
Getting green, best show on earth, I gotta see it
That shit was super drastic, we reachin' in the dashes
Throw away the throwaway, we recycling the plastic
Pay my own way, buy whatever I imagine
The only time a nigga carry me is in a casket
Straight off the porch, poke my chest out for real
Fell out the womb prolly showing my grill
Sipped on the syrup before I started coughin'
Prolly hit the southside before I started walking
Knew about eat eat before I started talking
Balling up my fist trying to keep these haters off me
Crucifix charm the only thing that could cross me
Lauryn Hill flow, had to kill these track softly
Acrobatic trunk, let it flip and let it thump
From the bass out the jump that's that Dominique Dawes
Run away with it Usain with the dash
Olympic gold medal standing up for the cash
I'm itching for the scratch you would think I had a rash
Barre Baby in the deck had a nigga acting bad
In my crooked plates all the way to beltway
The way I do it H-Town, you think a nigga stayed
All the way to Dallas, the 15s you feel it
Jamming Big Tuck, talking southside the realest
I was born with the gumpshun, you wouldn't know where to get it
Turn anger into green, you can call me Bill Bixby
Hulk with the grind and the hustle's incredible
Order the expensive bottle even if it's terrible
Deadstock J's I'm wearin', they ain't even wearable
The rhyme show the time and the chime like a parable
Practice what I preach, grab the bib for a freak
Let her gobble on my meat till I bust in her cheek
Then it's back on the creep for the fetty and the gwalla
Groundhog Day, do it all over tomorrow
Might catch a plane and get fly for no reason
Cuz some shit you just can't sprinkle for the season
Some shit you just can't, you just can't
Like dethrone a king and follow me off in the bank
Tae Bo flow, kick that shit like Billy Blanks
Just have the lint brush if I ever wear the mink
Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa
Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters
Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters
Balling in the mix from here and thereafter
Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa
Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters
Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters
Balling in the mix from here and thereafter, Krizzle!