Letra de Let the Top Dine
I'mma add, one-two I'mma act just like a nigga do I'mma add, one-two I'mma act just like a nigga do I'm gonna let the top dine And I'm gonna let the top dineThis shit ain't light, this shit heavy We comin' dine (That's how we do it in the H doe) These ain't lil' wheels, these are swangas (Pokin') We run this town And I roll on fours (I roll) But maybe I roll on threes (I roll on threes) I know you know (You know) Nigga, just where your ho gon' be (That ho wit' me) Ain't no more chrome It was murder, that hoe is so clean My cup is full of somethin' bubblin' And we on the boulevard actin' uglyI'mma add one-two I'mma act just like a nigga do I'mma add one-two I'mma act just like a nigga do I'm gonna let the top dine And I'm gonna let the top dine (We gon' let the top dine)Uh, I swear to God I'm the realest nigga you ever seen Me against the world, I promise I am the better team I ain't ever gon' pass my throne, I'm the forever king Thinkin' something different? You must not know what forever meanI'm Luther-like, that's why I call myself Vandross Coronavirus or not, you best to keep your hands off If I ever did fall off, you know I shook back That's why I'm blessed, Jesus be hangin' where the crooks at (Hallelujah)I came in the game, and I ain't never looked back Probably can't cook no food, but I can cook crack This ain't a library, but this where the books at (Right here) To read these is gon' cost you more than a couple bands Nevermind, but they gotta go through a couple hands They say I'm the man, I guess it ain't nothing other than One Deep Entertainment, that ain't me, that's we Why would I ever pay for the pussy? My G, that's freeI'mma add one-two I'mma act just like a nigga do (A nigga do, how we gon' act?) I'mma add one-two (Yeah) I'mma act just like a nigga do I'm gon' let the top dine (I'm gon' let the top dine) And I'm gon' let the top dineKing of the ghetto, Z-Ro Mo City Don, all that there, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Dominic Gwen goin' in in this motherfucker And if you ain't feelin' that, you ain't touching it right bitch Screwed Up Click for life R.I.P. all the fallen soldiers of the game Still ball hard, word to Curtis Stack nigga Robert Earl Davis, John Hawkins, Patrick Hawkins The city I run in