Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Colour
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Colour
Songwriter
Mokhalaka Moteetee
Composer
Lyrics
The whole gang got straps
See the lasers
I gotta slay quick
I'm on the radar
Leader of the new school and I ain't tryna wait up
Got the ball in my court
Watch the layups
I walk in so everybody calm down
Don't make it obvious we know Colour hold it down now
Like what they talk 'bout?
My heads' in the clouds
To tell the truth
From up here we don't hear your sound
(Nah) Don't be sour
Coz I be in the studio putting all the hours
I know you're hating on my prowess
Er'body wonder how I do it so flawless
I thought it was obvious
I'm Lord Draco
You need to realize I'm the way it goes
I'm on the way so, watch how the kid flows (Yeah)
Yall ain't never been less ready
I don't remember when I've been this steady
I'm feeling like I'm Micheal Jackson
If he had the ratchet coming back like Makaveli
And jumping out the window leaving bodies in the willows
Oh! it's getting scary!
They told me, go big or go home, yeah!
Came up on my own, yeah!
I've been on the road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
If they made me then replace me
You wont find nobody more wavey
They told me, go big or go home, yeah!
Came up on my own, yeah!
I've been on the road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
If they made me then replace me
You wont find nobody more wavey
I hop in the booth with a full clip
Only few niggas that I move with
Coz' a lotta yall don't know the rubric
In the kitchen and I'm whipping up new bricks
I'm moving the pounds moving the cases
We armed and dangerous
And I get it if it be the latest
I got no time for delay
I'm so glad that I made it
But a lotta niggas acting like they made me
New whip and it's candy paint (Yeah!)
Still got it dripping
But you'll still prolly find me in the Kitchen
Cleaning up all these dishes
Cleaning up all these niggas
'Bout to see how far it gets us,
'Bout to get all up in it, get it
Hands wanna get chance In her pants bout to make her dance for me
(Dance for me)
I've been going 'round spitting fire I ain't never needed gasoline
(Gasoline) (Yeah!)
I'm a villain (Yeah!)
I'm a freaking villain (Yeah!, yeah!)
But they feel me (Yeah!)
Got me on the ceiling (Yeah! yeah!)
'Coz I know how it be sometimes (yeah!)
Shouts out all the way to chi-town
Keep it real even though they giving me the run 'round, (Woah!)
Had to go overboard
System overload
I shut it down.
They told me, go big or go home, yeah!
Came up on my own, yeah!
I've been on the road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
If they made me then replace me
You wont find nobody more wavey
They told me, go big or go home, yeah!
Came up on my own, yeah!
I've been on the road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
If they made me then replace me
You wont find nobody more wavey
They don't make 'em like this no more
I was on road
Clutch work middle finger sticking through the door
Flows, got em running out on all fours
Hop in the booth
I hop in the booth
I load up my tool
Nothing but quick work
I was never really tryna play with you niggas at all
I been too wavey
Can't nobody bite my style
Been doing this for a long long time
Your favourite super-villain got rhymes
Prolly got you thinking that I'm singing lullabies
Put em all to sleep, 6 feet deep
Cream of the crop, Creme de la creme'
You know what I mean
I don't know what they be talking about
I'm talking 'bout, talking 'bout, bodies on top of bodies
No kemosabe, Lone-ranger with the beam make em say sorry
One wrong move and it's Pah! Pah! Pah!
I swear
I'm cut from the cloth of that kill or be killed
Cutting through layer by layer until the whole entire onion peeled
Swerving
I said I'm serving, one hand on the wheel
Can't nobody catch up
You're not about the drama so don't you act up
I do em so dirty I can never get enough
They told me, go big or go home, Yeah!
I came up on my own, yeah!
On the road
And I swear
Ain't nobody more wavey
Nobody more wavey
Writer(s): Mokhalaka Moteetee, The Colour
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