Yukmouth Lyrics
Yukmouth Lyrics
"Rolex Rulez Lyrics"
Times of Crisis Lyrics
It gets worse... the earth, if looked after properly, has an estimated lifespan of another four billion years, but in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war every three days. They say that such alarms are normal, and present no problem provided they can be identified as false alarms. I said in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war, every three days, but in times of crisis with weapons systems already on the alert, there is less than eight minutes to deci
It gets worse... the earth, if looked after properly, has an estimated lifespan of another four billion years, but in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war every three days. They say that such alarms are normal, and present no problem provided they can be identified as false alarms. I said in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war, every three days, but in times of crisis with weapons systems already on the alert, there is less than eight minutes to deci
Yes, yes, yes, uh!
Balla shit, nigga
timer shit nigga
(Regime shit baby)
flossy shit, boi!
(Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot)
Rolex Rulez
Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an Baggets an shit.
Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga
uh.
Verse 1
I started off wit heata shit
carry a nine millameter shit
Rolex on my wrist
never fuckin wit Geneve shit
(playboy whats Geneve shit?)
somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit
tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit
look juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rollie
what the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake Rollie
I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rollie
the Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rollie
the type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take Rollie
go out on a date, start makin bitches hate Rollie
now pump yo brakes homie
only the ball
SHE SHE LITTLE SHEILA Lyrics
Well, she, she, she little Sheila Best lookin' gal in town Well now, she, she, she little Sheila With your hair so long and brown Well you never-never know what my Sheila's puttin' down Well now, Dick Clark said you're the best lookin' girl On his big bandstand I know it too and I love you true And honey, I'm your man Well you never-never know what my Sheila's puttin' down Yeah, she, she, she little Sheila She, she, she little S
in qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant Well, she, she, she little Sheila Best lookin' gal in town Well now, she, she, she little Sheila With your hair so long and brown Well you never-never know what my Sheila's puttin' down Well now, Dick Clark said you're the best lookin' girl On his big bandstand I know it too and I love you true And honey, I'm your man Well you never-never know what my Sheila's puttin' down Yeah, she, she, she little Sheila She, she, she little S
Rolex wear outside
"Stayin Alive" like Wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut
wise steps, hands carrassin my tech
Rolex under my sleve nigga
to each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka
I read niggas
look in my eyes an die slowly
meet my four-five
niggas done died fo a Rollie
I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely
they died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie
my four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies
if I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me
die fo me
eye fo an eye homie
that's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my Rollie nigga
Rolex Rulez.
Chorus *(Phats Bossalini)* 2x
Well an nigga wit the Rolex on
you best believe he packin Stretch Armstrong
some kinda gat or thang on him
hit you bullet rain storms
when you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on
listen.
( Moonshake ) When you're off-kilter and the World it makes no sense When you spy intruders at your first line of defence Switch into deep neutral Drop everything you know Switch into deep neutral And everything goes When everyone's so uptight their laces are undone Keep taking the tablets, keep the darkness on the run If you switch into deep neutral Your consumer choice is made Switch into deep neutral And the competition
Verse 2
To all my real playas
throw yo Rollie's in the sky
wave 'em side to side
then keep yo four-five caulked to ride
so many mutha fuckas done died
tryin to steal a Rolex watch
especially tryin to steal mines
I remember the day I bought my first watch
the turfs hot
slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop
raise niggas off the block who turf hop
juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first
spot
I'm wet
cash the check, grab the tech an jet
10 G's in my pocket headed straight to Spence
I want my shit all baggets
but it cost too much
had to fuck wit somethin less
ain't tryin to floss too much
a straight gold Presidential
no diamonds down the wrist
Princess cabezel
you know
that's small timer shit
but fuck that!
I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match
stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit back
exchange? Yes
Gathering Speed Lyrics
Slight idle like its standing still.. Sit down for a lack up hill ive never felt quite alive gear grindin into overdrive speed gathering flying low next time I will remember so..... smile wider then Ive seen in year... so long.. Ive gotta get outta here..
!Slight idle like its standing still.. Sit down for a lack up hill ive never felt quite alive gear grindin into overdrive speed gathering flying low next time I will remember so..... smile wider then Ive seen in year... so long.. Ive gotta get outta here..
Give up the chain an gain a Rolex
drop some G's
it's juss like property so invest
an if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress
pawn yo shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less
that's big timer shit
white colla shit, so I jet
I see some niggas casin the set
hangin out by my Lex
I grab the mutha fuckin Tech 9
the first time, I get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine
Rolex Rulez!
*(chorus)* 2x
Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh.
Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch.
Regime shit, uh.
Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve.
Haha. Cuz niggas tryin to get us.
But I keep big heats, nigga. Uh.
How many holes you want in yo ass?
BLOW-BLOW!
1, 2, or 3? Nigga what?
BLOW-BLOW!
Back the fuck up nigga. We do our thang, Rolex Rulez.
I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna
or you will get flatlined.
Done deal.