Текст песни K Riddle - J. Stalin

K Riddle

Kush and orange juice, that's the breakfast for champions
In the kitchen, water whipping, so the shit still damp
Left wrist, I could make it jump back like a ram
And we'll be mailing shit off with no address or stamp
Big bangers on the hip, and the mo's on jam
See me dancing with a chop, it's called the "bang-it" dance
Love mama and them freaks, so I'm a bang-it friend
If we're so deep in the jungle, then bitch, I'm Tarzan
We got weed, dope, guns, cars, and—
Ten toes down, bitch, I don't need a backup plan
You ain't gotta ask a real nigga if he carrying
Bragging on the business, Siyakha's boy don't get buried in
West Oakland niggas slide through, boy, in the freshest denim
I say sick 'em, sick 'em, like a dog and my niggas get 'em
We gon' hit 'em all, and everybody that came with 'em
We gon' see how tough these niggas is when that K riddle
Brrt!
We gon' see how tough these niggas is when that K riddle
We gon' see how tough these niggas is when that K riddle
Okay
Say hello to my little friend
Talking all that fuckin' wall with me?
I gon' wall with the best of 'em
Okay
Four and after four, and I just flipped me another
Looking real coupish, I don't hang with suckers
She wants to fuck us 'cause the diamonds and chain
All these bitches shallow, don't even tell 'em my name
Niggas starring in a movie came, now it's all legit
Now niggas want to hate on everything like spit
Pop about them bushes, bitch, and pop your shit
'Cause round here, all we do is ball and grit
Grinding all day, joints stuck to the pavement
Ain't no Super Daves, nigga, we ain't saving shit
Got you in the scope, my little nigga, he be aiming shit
But all we do is sell coke, we ain't in it that banging shit
I just want the money, you niggas can have that famous shit
I'll be laid back in the coupe with a stainless, bitch
Run up on this motherfucker, leave your ass brainless, bitch