Eye of the Tiger
Eye of the tiger
(Thank You Fizzle)
Shit, we know the truth (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough dude, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til they popped him
Willy Burger, got a tough nigga brains on my Glock here
Slidin', I'm tryna find my mind 'cause I lost it
Re-chalked him, he layin' in the crosswalk
Gas up, we was playin', he was off guard
I put 87 rounds in his smart car
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Shit, nigga
Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky
Shit, nigga
Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin'
When I'm on demon time, I get violent
When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster
Shit, nigga
I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet
Shit
I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda
Chops came from Timmy Turner, Chip Skylark
His feelings from his heart, left his brains on the sidewalk
I'm gon' have to get a lil' crazy, ain't my fault
I had to spit a lil' paint on the drywall
I just made a tough nigga quote the Bible
I'll make a tough bitch turn nice like Ronda Rousey
He Einstein, I'ma hit him with rocket power
That's for all the fake tough face and them boxing stances
It's a banana in the clip, he couldn't box chimpanzees
I wanna let the K off, but my watch keep dancing
I bought a Glock 17 'cause the shots is faster
They like, "Drakeo such a fool, he forgot his manners"
Glocks, drums, all type of fun
Opps, blood all on my clothes
Watch these niggas, they all act like hoes
Dancing like strippers, everybody touch your toes
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Shit, nigga
Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky
Shit, nigga
Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin'
When I'm on demon time, I get violent
When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster
Shit, nigga
I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet
Shit
I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda
Shit, nigga, I wish a nigga would, like, for real, like
I wish a nigga would, all Turners, Timmy Turners
these niggas Chip Skylark and all that
Yeah, it's the last song, nigga
I don't know, November something, dog
It was the last time I was in SoCal, I don't, uh
I had to tell that nigga freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster
Ooh, all the cops he got
Know what I'm sayin', these niggas cap, these niggas just all that, nigga
You gotta keep up though, like
I am this shit though, like
These niggas wouldn't be shit without me, nigga
And don't you ever fucking forget that, nigga
Nigga, I am LA, nigga
Sheesh, yeah, that's my shit
(Thank You Fizzle)
Shit, we know the truth (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough dude, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til they popped him
Willy Burger, got a tough nigga brains on my Glock here
Slidin', I'm tryna find my mind 'cause I lost it
Re-chalked him, he layin' in the crosswalk
Gas up, we was playin', he was off guard
I put 87 rounds in his smart car
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Shit, nigga
Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky
Shit, nigga
Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin'
When I'm on demon time, I get violent
When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster
Shit, nigga
I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet
Shit
I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda
Chops came from Timmy Turner, Chip Skylark
His feelings from his heart, left his brains on the sidewalk
I'm gon' have to get a lil' crazy, ain't my fault
I had to spit a lil' paint on the drywall
I just made a tough nigga quote the Bible
I'll make a tough bitch turn nice like Ronda Rousey
He Einstein, I'ma hit him with rocket power
That's for all the fake tough face and them boxing stances
It's a banana in the clip, he couldn't box chimpanzees
I wanna let the K off, but my watch keep dancing
I bought a Glock 17 'cause the shots is faster
They like, "Drakeo such a fool, he forgot his manners"
Glocks, drums, all type of fun
Opps, blood all on my clothes
Watch these niggas, they all act like hoes
Dancing like strippers, everybody touch your toes
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Shit, nigga
Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky
Shit, nigga
Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin'
When I'm on demon time, I get violent
When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster
Shit, nigga
I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet
Shit
I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda
Shit, nigga, I wish a nigga would, like, for real, like
I wish a nigga would, all Turners, Timmy Turners
these niggas Chip Skylark and all that
Yeah, it's the last song, nigga
I don't know, November something, dog
It was the last time I was in SoCal, I don't, uh
I had to tell that nigga freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster
Ooh, all the cops he got
Know what I'm sayin', these niggas cap, these niggas just all that, nigga
You gotta keep up though, like
I am this shit though, like
These niggas wouldn't be shit without me, nigga
And don't you ever fucking forget that, nigga
Nigga, I am LA, nigga
Sheesh, yeah, that's my shit
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Hackett, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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