U-God - Sound The Horns lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah...

Yeah, yeah...

Let's go...

Yeah, listen...

The sound of the horns says it's on

We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn

Step like a don through the city, Deck bonds

I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring

Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen

Duece times 5, that's my type women

Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted

Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?

Fifty cal' flow, get low

Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa

Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy

Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy

Roll like dice in the casino

Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino

Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino

Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero



The Wild Cowboy number one

G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son?

Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch

The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks

Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that fuck in schools

I'm a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas

Sixteen bars, keep the car running

Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill

Punks jump up to get beat down

New York the sweet town I sorta, who's on tour?

Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch

Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal

Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back

Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up

I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got

And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss


Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, bitches, I'm gropping them

Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium

Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force

Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce

I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise

Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys

Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness

I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish

Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit

I be the street menace on my David Ruffin shit

Police ain't cuffing shit, claiming I'm a crook

Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book

Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork

Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt

Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes

I'm that superhero with the brand new costume





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