Up Down (Remix) [feat. Kid Ink, Lil Boosie, B.O.B] (Explicit)

歌詞

[Intro - Lil B] Fuck the Rap game! It's the death of the rap game Fuck the world. I'm God. Lil B [Verse - Lil B] I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm very proper And you don't want a war: you bring your troops I bring the chopper. Cause you niggas gay Yeah, you gay. You fuckin faggot And I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let them have it Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it I post up with big blunts & Maseratis Rick Ross, The new whip is Big Body New Boys, you bitch-niggas I been Rocky Been cocky as y'all, I been active Ride on us, we get straps, no riff-raff Then you hold cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum It's tragic how he left with no comments Never settle for nigga-rich, I'm gonna rob em Catch me slippin with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy? .45 got nice aim; I throw curvy My game: I run the court. I'm James Worthy From the block, I'm from the bricks like New Jersey I did court, I did jail, you can't hurt me Waterfront and fam nigga, it's West Berkeley And they ask where I been? I been rappin You drive cars? You fuckin fag, I been gassing In my eyes is blood, sweat and paint, cuz It's a shame that they don't know my name, Blood Lil B: I blow trees in all seasons Think I'm slippin? Find out! For no reason I met pain, I met God, I met death They all say that I'm Based God, and that's that Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit facts I ain't Drake, I ain't come in the game rich Fuck you if you don't feel my game, bitch Fuck you if you don't like my name, bitch BasedGod tell your girl, she could suck on it Put money on God and I bust on him Don't hate! I rocked out like Philly rock Wrists streetlight: a New York City block Beat your ass like a New York City cop Flipmode a Rah Digga, a mind-figure Fuck crackers, fuck hoes & fuck niggas Fuck her, fuck you & fuck me Lil B: I'm back bitch, I spit heat Post up, I sell dimes and fat zips Got crack: the cats come like catnip Don't trip: I never fold like napkins Real goon: I'm just "Robbin" like Baskins Anthrax a real boy like Osama Been played, I been beat, I love drama X-Man on defense, the street shit Riding up in deep tints & deep dish Never thought I'd come hard? I fooled you! Ben Watson I cursed you, it's Voodoo Been locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s Leave his head split & no Cochran to back him What? You niggas wish I'd fall of the Big League? At my lowest point, sacrifice to make bread XMR - call your bitch and get head She don't really like you: possum, she play dead Riding up top. Real niggas in big box Say the pack dead? bitch nigga the pack hot All these new niggas is my sons, the new boys Fuck you rap niggas: new guns and new toys Infrared beam make you dream the truth, boy Semi-auto rounds make you scream like Luke, boy Only other thing that I ain't did is die yet I don't like that mindset, nigga, it's the grind-set They way you watch this it could be a Timex You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threats Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with death threats Think you hard: I bust a nut like good sex Think you real? Obey nigga, a hood vet Lil B: I'm BasedGod with no stress Incest, fuck your bruh and fuck your bitch No homo.. fuck your life, I'm getting rich Mexican: I'm illegal, I move bricks No Love for dog hoes like New pits Doctor! I need help, the game's sick Lil B give a fuck about the fame, bitch! Lyrics taken from rapgenius.com.