Текст пісні 187 - Royce 5'9

187

[Intro — Saigon interview on Ms.\nDrama TV]So did you give OJ th-the lyrics\nto say in that particular song?\nFor his song? No, he wrote his own lyrics. But… I'm not…\nDid he give you lyrics to say?\nNo, but at the same time it’s like, and we just havin' fun with it\nI’m not gonna, go, try to be super scientifical, lyrical, mira-\nI’m not Slaught-I'm not a part of Slaughterhouse\nSo do you co-sign Slaughterhouse too?\nOh, well, most of 'em. (haha)\nStrictly I even co-sign Joe Budden like (okay)…\nHe’s just a faggot. He’s a fuckin' faggot\nBut… he can rap, knowhatI’msayin'? The rest of like…\nJoell’s my NIGGA. He not gonna just start something (So how…)\nHe’s not gonna just say, «Damn, I need attention.\nSo let me just pick on somebody for attention.»\nAnd they’re very close though.\nThey are close.\nBut ho-how do you think they all get each other’s back?\nI don’t know. I don’t know how they close\nI-I couldn’t be close with a nigga like that (That's all…)\nYeah, I’m a fan of Joell (Okay)\nI’m a fan of Crooked I and I’m a great fan of Royce\nAnd you know… I think they can rap\nBut I just don’t think these motherfuckers can make\nrecords youknowwhatI’msayin'?\nI don’t think there’s one song on there that we gonna\nbe singin' two years from now\nFrom the say you’re born… till the day you die\nIf you’re one of the poor one’s you just gotta work hard\nMy shit is laid out\nFuck that beef shit, that shit is played out\nWhy is it harder for, peace over violence?\nNiggas don’t know The Art Of War, we roll in silence\nIt always got to be that one nigga that’s the loudest\nThat ain’t gon' do no poppin' when it’s time to be about it\nRAAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA RAAAAA\nFuck outta here with that shit\nYou puttin' way too much passion into that wack shit\nPut your dukes down nigga, we come in peace\nWith them AK-47's, we from the streets\nCalm down, shhhh\nYou so emotional\nI know where you’re at in your career is such a low for you\nI understand it\nBut understand this\nMy daddy taught me manners\nSo it’s foreign to fly off the handle and talk to cameras\nThat shit is lame, lames we don’t respect\nWe wonderin' why the fuck you so upset\nWe know the streets’ll swallow you\nLook what that powder do\nLook at you try to embody what’s not really inside of you\nI promise you\nThat if you chill now\nIn 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald’s drive thru and bother you\nI’m here for fries\nThat’s it\nChicken nuggets\nGive me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit your buggin'\nI’m just above it\nI’m too mature for this\nIt ain’t smart to go to war for this\nCause I’m a rider\nI’m about that 187\nCause I’m a rider\nI’m about that 187\nYou not a rider\nNot about that 187\nYou not a rider\nGot the illest flow because I flow it from my soul\nYou said yourself you got The Greatest Story Never Told\nThese niggas got the balls to say that I can’t write no record\nBut them plaques on my wall say y’all should read the credit\nR dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right price\nY’all know the rest\nGet your doe biters\nY’all goin' left\nGet your emo in check\nLater with them vendettas\nHandle your liquor better\nLet’s play some tennis\nGo back and forth, who winnin'?\nYou will give into a Koch deal away from (finished)\nFuck outta here with that\nStep your bars up\nYour shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest\nStep your cars up\nThat little Benz you know is lame\nI’d rather ride in a remote control Soulja Boy chain\nI’m so insane\nI flow with open flame\nNote to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your name\nThat’s why I don’t bother nobody\nI catch a body all alone cause I don’t ride with nobody\nNiggas figure’s been put on Jenny Craig\nLook what the prison built\nYou big up top with skinny legs\nC’mon Johnny Bravo\nYou fuckin' with the whole Detroit, chill out\nThe S.O.B.s without the swing, you needs to get out\nI’m quick to stick the clip in\nJust ask my nigga Crooked\nJoey Budden got you niggas trippin'\nCause I’m a rider\nI’m about that 187\nCause I’m a rider\nI’m about that 187\nYou not a rider\nNot about that 187\nYou not a rider