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Hurricane Chris - New Fashion lyrics
[Verse 1:] I'm 18 in a s550 platinum on 22 inches Dem haters say they gon' back me Tell dem haters come get with me I'm fenna run da game, these other rappers lame Only thing they rapping about is dey watches and they chain I'm a beast with it, that's why I'm fenna run da south I been listenin to these niggas run dey mouth but that's bout it though I'm cut throat, to the meat show And eyes fold lame niggas like a peep show Fake on me and watch how quick I hit yo block and get respect And I'm 51 50 so fake on me I break yo neck And whoever got a problem with somethin da boy say Found out where dem boys stay I hop out in broad day Oh yeh you got a vest then I'm goin for the face You heard about louisiana boy that's where I stay You gotta be ready to go to war like everyday And if you ain't gon' come outside nigga that's just how we play Take a trip to my side that ain't cool that ain't straight So you come through stuntin' and get somethin put in your face Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate (like dat huh) [Hook: x2] I guess that's the new fashion All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like) It's me and I'm a make em quit rappin' I'm from louisiana I ain't with that slick packin (Yeh) [Verse 2:] Somebody tell me why most of these niggas actin' like hoes And the hoes in the game be realer than most niggas How many faces you got I mean ma nigga come on You be a different person everytime the tv come on Nigga that ain't real if you ask me they be fakin' Come cross me with that talk and I'll send you on a vacation Ma niggas from louisiana ain't loss everything So they stay ready to cock choppers back and let em go bang (get em up) Blocka blocka big bang spittin out dat big old thang Autilary by the pound shit that will blow up a train (pow!) Better stay in yo lane pop dat trunk and get that thang Put a beam on em and tell em make dem nikes do dey thang Why is the world infested with bodies rookies and pussys Grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies Dey grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies Niggas grown as man but dey act like dey got nookies (huh?) [Hook: x2] I guess that's the new fashion All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like) It's me and I'm a make em quit rappin I'm from louisiana I ain't with that slick packin (Yeh) [Verse 3:] So thats what's hot out in the streets huh (huh?) You got a problem with a nigga but You handle all your problems over beats huh Nigga yous a beat punk You get yo ass straight stole, quick fast Play with us and you won't sleep for months (nigga you won't sleep for months) Creepin in this rear view mirror and raise dem heaters up Raise dat desert eagle up Wanna know the truth a lot of these niggas childish Hoppin on dem tracks and really think dey wildin' I rep that L O U I S I A N A da state Where dey holla ay bay bay and keep a clip off in dey safe And these rappers, they actin like faggots I feel like ice cube man these niggas need a daddy Pokin out dey chest and always actin like dey bad While I'm snappin like a pit ready to get off in dey ass 51 50 we ten toes deep like that You know me I keep dem lame ass niggas on blast! (like dat) (huh) [Hook: x2] I guess that's the new fashion All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like) It's me and I'm a make em quit rappin I'm from louisiana I ain't with that slick packin .(Yeh) |
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