Come On (OST "Ромео должен умереть" / "Romeo Must Die")

Текст песни Blade - Come On (OST "Ромео должен умереть" / "Romeo Must Die")

Come On Lyrics[Intro]
Yo

[Verse 1]
With the body of a goddess, make no mistake about
Never was a good cook, so plenty cats ate out
Catch me at a steakhouse, cats be on a stakeout
Wanna hear what I drop? Cop when the tape out
Hit the ave. with my dudes, break out and shake out
I'm rude, I'll eat your food, chicks **** for take out
It's the B to the L to the A-D-E
Got stacks, spinnin' like vinyl when the crates out
Let's see, sexy, plus mami got dough
I get your **** wired like Donnie Brasco
Got a mic in a holster, rockin' cowboy hats
With them wild boys that tote loud noise gats
Sonja, sex **** with a gun in my weave
Gold digger, trust no ****, one in my sleeve
From the B-E-D S-T-U-Y
I put it down for my ****, let's see you try, come on
[Chorus]
Number one, rap, fund stack, got that, rock that
Get guns, cock back, been there, done that
One check, two check, three check, four
Hot ****, new **** you check for

[Verse 2]
I keep links in the safe, rock minks to the waist
Exquisite crocs and lizards for the spots I visit
Throwing drinks in his face, only blink when it's safe
Cats handing me more A-V-L me Manny and Mo
Ain't no stoppin' the .44 cockin'
Hey y'all, it's the Blade, y'all, no flow rockin'
Like my ****? Hell no, more poppin'
For dolo, from Soho to Rodeo shoppin'
Back to the block, a hot watch and suits
New ****, gold, I'm throwin' rocks on the tooth
You see me when I ball, but it's not with hoops
And while you shop for boots, I shop for coupes
Gas cats like Exxon with the Lex on
Not a lot salute, I'm too hot for Duke
Plus proper too, I'm unstoppable
So **** with me, that's what not to do, come on

[Chorus]
Number one, rap, fund stack, got that, rock that
Get guns, cock back, been there, done that
One check, two check, three check, four
Hot ****, new **** you check for
With one, rap, fund stack, got that, rock that
Get guns, cock back, been there, done that
One check, two check, three check, four
Hot ****, new **** you check for
[Verse 3]
Now where my S to the T to the U-Y ****
Screamin' "F the Ds"? True, you my niggas
Low-key, OG, Olde E sippers
OT, no sleep, hold heat ****
Sippin' booze 'til they spittin' news, ain't **** to do
Whips I pick and choose, headrests flickin' the tubes
If it's Blade you runnin' with, get your kicks and shoes
Number one 'til I die, come on, ain't **** to lose
Play dumb and you die, now you wondering why
'Cause I'm from the Stuy like that shit under your eye
I do it up, bad ****, undisputed, zooted up
Booted up, suited up, for loot, we shoot 'em up
Truly scar y'all with two revolvers
Keep my hair and nails done, fresh out the beauty parlor
B-E-D S-T-U-Y
I put it down for my ****, let's see you try, come on

[Chorus]
Number one, rap, fund stack, got that, rock that
Get guns, cock back, been there, done that
One check, two check, three check, four
Hot ****, new **** you check for
With one, rap, fund stack, got that, rock that
Get guns, cock back, been there, done that
One check, two check, three check, four
Hot ****, new **** you check for