Dough Pildin-Prodigy/The Alchemist

歌手 : Prodigy / The Alchemist

专辑 : Albert Einstein: P=MC2 (feat. The Alchemist) [Deluxe Edition]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:26

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TXT Dough Pildin-Prodigy/The Alchemist 文本歌词

Dough Pildin - Prodigy/The Alchemist

Uh uh

Uh yeah yeah

Uh Yeah yeah

Uh uh

Listen

Don't talk to me about songs cuz I embarrass you

24-carat gold plaques in my living room

Same-Character watch

Know the f**king time

I wrap circles around niggas On my grind

I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk

Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York

By the King from Queens and Long Island

Hempstead too to your head you stop wildin'

Look at me now I'm growned up

I turned out to be a Legend in my own time

They say General Bars

He stalks through the night

You can hear him in the ghetto

Where it's dark cuz the light's all

Shot out Shout out to niggas put the pot out

When they see the boys coming from Deep

It's getting hot out

We hit the hideout couple hours and we back

Too much money out here

To be anything less than paid

You know me I keep the dough pildin'

Nice and neat low key I'm lounging

We turned up in the Street you get found in

Same spot you was tryna wild out in

Big Hammer to waist

That's how I gotta move

If it ain't a three-fifty

It's a knife or a tool

Niggas thinking they smooth

What am I supposed to do

I attack motherf**kers who stink

It's not cool

Kids don't try this at home

It's nothin' to play with

Enjoy your young life

Don't f**k with them gauges

Cuz these shits blow off tops

Destroy families See niggas get shot ayday b

It's Don't f**k with plated numbers

Ever play me get your money

My pockets is real cakey

My life is real crazy

But I wouldn't trade it

Na you couldn't make me

Get this paper up it's the only way

You gon' eat food have a place to stay

You tell me 'How the f**k is you gon' make it

If you starve

Then you're cold and your a** is butt-naked

You see

You know me I keep the dough pildin'

Nice and neat low key I'm lounging

We turned up in the Street you get found in

Same spot you was tryna wild out in