Testo PEEP GAME - Tobe Nwigwe feat. Fat Nwigwe
Testo della canzone PEEP GAME (Tobe Nwigwe feat. Fat Nwigwe), tratta dall'album THREE ORIGINALS
Yeah
Haha
Btwisted Sundays, it's about to be epic
Look
I get it rockin' like a cradle
I never sold 'caine, but I was able
To see my potnas make thorough bread without the stable
While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like dreidel, ooh
I hung around them shells like April O'Neal
Oh, feel me when I get to sayin' it's so real
Four wheel, think that it's entertainin' 'til
Them shots fly, no subliminal
That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals
My whole life, I been congregatin' with criminals
I swear I graduated with just minimal
Effort, lectures to me was just received
Better from the king of Bedford-Stuyvesant
I swear Biggie taught me lessons
My guess is his propensity for excellence
Might not get discussed by the adolescents, but I'm blessed with
Yeah, the gift of carryin' torches
Sometimes I get nervous as a suitor that's enterin' courtship, ooh
Then I get to feelin' euphoric
Holy flow, every bar low-key should be penned in the Torah, ooh
And look at Fat, she so gorgeous
She be with me whether I was flippin' a Tesla or Taurus, ooh
I'm a mess, I'm a horror
But I been blessed kinda sorta, every bar brick and mortar
Can't sing, but I'm known to finesse on a chorus
You can't see the flow unless you usin' the eye of Horus, ooh
Ayy, look, now that I've got your attention, peep game (Ooh)
If he was wack and you came up on some paper, he still lame (Yeah)
Live by, die by the G code every day, it
Ain't a game (I promise you it's different)
So don't compare how you move to the real, we ain't the same
One time for the West, though
Two times for the youngin with the best flow
Lame ducks be like, "What pond you from?"
I tell 'em parts where they blow harder than when monsoons come
And they chase cheese, only dippin' when that fondue come
And run that base 'til they heart go out just like John Q's son
Ayy, look, this for my potnas who low-key pitchin' without a mound
And those that laughed at me when I stayed at my mama house
My pockets fatter now my mama sees somethin' to brag about
And I spit punches in bunches like I'm Marvin Hagler now, ooh
Swear it feel marvelous, remember times my mama barbered us
Made us look barbarous, the hood part of us
That pistol fire, don't startle us, got the heart of Spartacus
Treat Gentiles like Barnabas, that means with love
Difference 'tween a fake boy, leave boy, and conceivers of the
Truth is they aim different
These sacrilegious folk with you long as your paint drippin'
But when you jammed up in traffic, they get to lane switchin', ooh
Haters don't feel you 'til your name mentioned
Scripture tell me no one excluded when rain drippin'
We all part of the picture, it's just our frames different
And I still ride for my set, I just bang different, ooh
Ayy, look, now that I've got your attention, peep game (Ooh)
If he was wack and you came up on some paper, he still lame (Yeah)
Live by, die by the G code every day, it
Ain't a game (I promise you it's different)
Credits
Writer(s): Tobe Nwigwe, Lanell Grant
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