Action Bronson – Heel Toe Lyrics

Action Bronson – Heel Toe Lyrics

(Intro)
(La Musica De Harry Fraud) Yeah, Burns (Yeah?)
Put a thousand on the grey dog (Which one, over there?)
I like that one (Alright)

(Verse 1)
Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare ya
To come and take this, find you in a basement naked
Plus it’s raining
She took a sniff, now she dancing like she Usher Raymond
See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons
Sea colors are now late then, kinda resembles fried bacon
I shoot at your crew put the spoon inside the tiramasu
As I sat there looking cute in a suit
Shit I made it cool
To be yourself again without nobody helping em
What is that velvet?
Yes it is baby I’m a specialist
All these fuckin’ demons that infest the kid
This be that shit that your grandfather’s invested in
Dad’s back, your new shit I had that
My new bitch is half black, Beamer made the Hatchback
I’m having flashbacks of razors in the ass crack
Hundred thousand dollars all in one inside the trash bag
A bunch of fiends, I’m havin’ lunch in Queens
A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees
I’m at the garden sittin’ Indian style, that means I’m on the floor
My skin is shinin’ like it’s Armor All
I freak bitches like a carnival
Bitch I stay on the boat just like a barnacle
I don’t talk to no sons so bring your father through
And I was born in December, paint the Impala blue
Bitch it’s getting cold, huh

(Hook)
She sniff blow, did the heel toe
Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
For real though, I’m trying to get Shaquille dough
Huh, I’m just trying to get Shaquille dough

(Verse 2 )
Hang out the window of my sports car I’m listenin’ to Prince
Bitch from Berlin is blowin’ me behind the tints
Doves cry, then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye
I still in the mirror lookin’ for one time
When we were younger used to play ?
Now my hunger got me drivin’ European sharks

Action Bronson – Heel Toe Lyrics

Now And Then Lyrics by Big KRIT

(Ft. Slim Thug)

[Intro]
Yo
That hatin’ shit is contagious, pimpin’
Ain’t really no vaccine for that shit either
Niggas out here talkin’ down
Niggas need to be out here tryin to get they own money
Congratulate a player every once in a while, you dig?
Every now and then you’ve got to just ball on these niggas

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp
Every now and then you’ve gotta ball
Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up
Blow a scene up
High-beamed up
TV screened up
And sit tall
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Try not to flatter yourself
I see through niggas like glass
Why the fuckd you shatter yourself?
On a mission for scrilla
Chinchilla coats for the winter
I buy a crib with the pillars
And sit that hoe in the villa
Vanilla bucket seats, with a busty freak, that fuck with me
She bob on top, but a nigga like you, she just cant fuck for free
Well on the late night, Im a great white in a shark tank
Your heart pump Kool-Aid on these groupie hoes, my heart cant
Your boat sank so long ago
Your crew been jumped off, my shit sell cause I stay afloat
I dodged some icebergs on these chrome rims just to float some more
Motherfuck your life, fish
Yall niggas act like I aint float before
Hold that thought, hold my coat, nigga cause

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp
Every now and then you’ve gotta ball
Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up
Blow a scene up
High-beamed up
TV screened up
And sit tall
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I cant hear you, haters
I cant see you fakers
Youre in my rearview and the bass got it shakin
Always talkin down, lets talk about what you makin
And what records you breakin to have this conversation
Where you live, what you drive, whats in your bank account?
Your jive-ass 9-5 aint matchin my amount
I count my cars, count my broads
If you could count youd know Im living large
Menage with two TV stars
You dream about everything thats ours
Hater, hatin on my gifts from God
Only gon block your gifts from God
So stop actin fraud
Congratulate and give me my award
Work hard and one day youll get your card

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp
Every now and then you’ve gotta ball
Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up
Blow a scene up
High-beamed up
TV screened up
And sit tall
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

See No Evil Lyrics by The Game

(Ft. Kendrick Lamar & Tank)

[Verse 1: Game]
I don’t read the XXL
Told em 45 the church, think I’m destined for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece
It’s bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets
I’m from the crack of them city streets
Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in blood nigga
In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga
Momma ain’t show, grandma almost plugged the nigga
Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggas
Five shots to the head cause I’m a Blood nigga
Nuttin’ brewing but suwoo’ing where the fuck I’m from
You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin’ down green leaf
No peace so don’t get caught up with no piece
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef
Momma’s mourning they sons, I’m talking real grief
Real funerals of them lost Juveniles
Trying to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh
Say its a blessing when you die in ya sleep
Cause the coroner don’t need no sheets, capishe
I’m sayin’, stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets what he pray in, Compton streets raised me
Can’t tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy

[Hook: Tank]
I said she see no evil
She gonna knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now, I’mma see you again
And when they ask you questions, you just answer
What happened then?
What happened then?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go
Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you’ll die alone
Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones
And I require my heart’s desire and when I reap what I sew
I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag
A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass
But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts
Out of that black cloud that’s been watered down ever since my first chopper blast
But fuck that, I’m not worried, even when discouraged
Skirt off makin’ them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry
Dirt off all under my fingers, dirt all of ’em gon is gone
Shirt off when precersure, resitation came early
I need you to keep quiet as mouse
Which is ironic cause rats is what I’m talking about
I’m hearin the sonics of gun fire
The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it’s an eye for an eye

[Hook: Tank]
I said she see no evil
She gonna knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now, I’mma see you again
And when they ask you questions, you just answer
What happened then?
What happened then?

[Verse 3: Game]
You wanna go to Compton nigga? I’ll take you there

Heaven’s Arms Lyrics by The Game

[Hook: Game]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

[Verse 1: Game]
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I’m on my Nas shit
Off with your head, off with your bitch
She offered me head, I offered her dick
Slip my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I’m rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love them LOX, I got her talkin’ to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good, ‘cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
Off with a ten, she took it ‘cause she’s far from a snitch
Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister in Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she ain’t gotta be strippin’
It’s money so I ain’t trippin’, this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailor, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin’ around with my paper

[Hook]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

[Verse 2: Game]
Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo
IPod huffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin’ but illest paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin’ Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald’s
All the way in Milano, ashin’ out Cohibas
Fuckin’ in that blue ?, the nose like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin’ high notes
Throwin’ Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15’s in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car low
They wana see Prince, I’m pulling strings like Carlos, Santana
Now we in Magic, Atlanta
Wipin’ Ciroq off my Loubi’s with my Gucci bandana

[Hook]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

[Verse 3: Game]
Kanye with Kim now, I’m happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I’ll slap you for that nigga
Grew up listenin’ to Pac, now I’m rappin’ for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, I’m trappin’ for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha and ‘em, rose Phantom pushin’ ‘em
Splittin’ Louisville Sluggers over and puttin’ kush in ‘em
Ain’t forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama can’t speak on it ‘cause the government’s shushin’ him
But that’s my nigga though, still stackin’ figures so
One day I’m top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I’m out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought I’d be legendary, but fuck it I’m in it so

[Hook]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

Freedom Lyrics by The Game

(Ft. Elijah Blake)

Holdin’ my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that ? tryin’ to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain’t winnin’, I’m just tryin’ to find the proof
Speakin’ of proof, I’m ’bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin’ Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in your ?, had to rock the ? heels
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin’ out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin’ like
This young nigga be killin’ this shit
Hip-hop is life’s ciroc I’m ’bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga

Stunna, whattup blood?
Whattup blood? What’s poppin’ my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight cash, my nigga
So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin’
Rich game
? one hunnid
Zulu

New coupe, remove roof
I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and ran a chu-chu
We puttin’ on magnums, taggin’ that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit
Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin’ styles, niggas be tracin’
Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with J
So let’s go