Chali 2NA - Look Shit Down lyrics

rate me

Lock shit DOWN!

We came to just do this for you

Sit back and just watch us bubble

We come with more heat than the sun do

Gorillas out of the concrete jungle

We came to just do this for you

Sit back and just watch us bubble

Gorillas out of the concrete jungle

We come with more heat - lock shit DOWN!

Yeah, of all secrets I'm the best kept

Making sure my first step is my best step

I watched my investments while the rest slept

And changed tools like the faders on the vest tecs

Yes, I'm a mile under the floor

With a swisha full of kush and a towel under the door

You remember me as the tallest one of the four

Every time you come and check out your boy he - lock shit DOWN!

Yeah, hot like the tip of a blowtorch

Deliver a show horse with little or no force

This heavy but low voice making ladies go moist

Don't front, people killed off the joint, there's no choice

Huh, I'm running my mouthpiece

And I outreach to the power of devout speech

While you shall beef, screaming from your couch seat

We about heat and we come to - lock shit DOWN!

Yeah, second half of a double header

Tool of a trouble setter, here to make it bubble better

And I'm blowing like the coldest winter, Chicago weather

Hey, while you sweeter than plain cinnamon

My lyric venom in your vein, now your brain haemorrhaging

If you think that I'm insane, I'm a plain citizen

People call me by my name, I remain disciplined

Hey, a wicked sentence in a vicious blend

Has more wealth than the wallets of the richest men

It's interesting, pay attention to what you witnessing

The love of the art form, not just a dividence

Yeah, all eyes on B

But please don't put them rumours and them lies on me

Cause I'm just clown to come with the fat sound

Chali 2na, Talib, and we come to - lock shit DOWN!

In the concrete jungle, a wild animal

My stomach growling like Lions, it's understandable

Rappers will run right up on you and try to battle you

Quicker than a Cheetah run up on a Caribou

What up 2na? The Blacksmith is back with

The backflip flow and got the survival tactics

We crack it open like the seal on a package

Came with a message, we must retain the freshness

You lame and you plain depressing

Is this what the game is left with?

It's on homie, name the weapons

Soon as Mister International step in

You rapping irresponsible, irrational death wish

Get ready, I got enough, lyrics I be stocking up

In all suspense boy, you better lock it up

Is it live or what? We came to rock it now

Treat it like it's out of pocket - lock shit DOWN!