Cocoa Brovaz

Black Trump Lyrics

Black Trump video

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Composers:
  • Edward Jr. Hinson
  • Corey Woods
  • Tekomin B. Williams
  • Darrell A. Jr. Yates
Genres:
  • Hip-Hop
Tags:
  • boot camp clik
  • featuring raekwon
  • ickehits
  • underground hip hop
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Cocoa Brovaz - Black Trump lyrics

I had to get some real professionals for the job, son

Numerous cats, word up, that's right official niggas word up

This is what you call ? Straight blazin' through what?

Raise the roof is what we came to do, like hash browns

Blazin' through, blazin' through, pass that African black gold

Over here, raise the roof is what we came to do

Blazin' through, blazin' through, you know how we rock, raise the

Roof is what we came to do, Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop

Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra

Poisonous venom into your system killin' you slower

Than niggas wit blowers to your jugler, my brother's keeper

But I put my brother to sleep, if my brother try to creep up

You know me son, show respect when I'm rockin' the podium

Steam-rollin' on niggas, my team straight blowin' 'em

Got 'em throwin' they gunz in the air like Onyx

Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest

Let me warn y'all killas upstairs

I seen all y'all, heavy like fuck

Thinkin' my niggas might flaw y'all

Blow ya ammo, shallah seen the God fly commando

Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off

I'm lookin' at you why, like

"Fuck, you probably think I'm high"

Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from Egypt

Me what? Hennesy drink

Mahogany guns, we treesed up

Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up

This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up

Let's poly, slow-mo status

Bring the keys up

Wonderin', runners is lookin' mighty fees'd up

Right stupid, FBI sell 'em these guns

Make this money, niggas hold up guns

Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones

Baby need new shoes and a outfit, I see you stick-up kids

You came wit the dick lick

You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick?

Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch, you heard about 'em

Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe

Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me

Gotta poly wit ya crew

To stack ya loot up

Get your weight up

Big up, pull ya boots up

If you step into the club wit your guns up

If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up

You gotta keep it in the fam

Stack ya loot up

Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up

When you step into the club wit ya guns up

If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up, right

Never before we came to raise the roof up

Raise the roof up, right, raise the roof up

Microphone politicians

Still in all we came to raise the roof up

Minolta flash

Gun in the stash

Rollin' for mo' hash

Tek, why you slap fire out 'em

Hold fast

These niggas gotta pay the hard wayCocoa Brovaz - Black Trump - http://motolyrics.com/cocoa-brovaz/black-trump-lyrics.html

Three the hard way

Allah swingin' on 'em like a San Diego Padre

You heard what the God say

Let's start this

Professional marksma

Swimmin' like killa sharks

We lethal and heartless

On point like a dart, bitch

Bomb your camp if you want this

Connect wit convicts on some Don shit

And spread the camouflage cats

To get the money in Stat

Go to war like Sadaam

If he pushes you that

Keep his movements discreet

When he out in the streets

Had to stash built to

High heat for those who creep

Ha, peep the ghetto bastards, run in your crib like two

Masked men, I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin', we blastin'

Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten

Rhyme official live broadcastin', makin' it happen

You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules

Hold my eight straight 'cuz I been payin' dues

Wave king from way back tryin' to make a mill stack

Miami money cats that leave you layin' down flat

Gotta poly wit ya crew

To stack ya loot up

Get your weight up

Big up, pull ya boots up

If you step into the club wit your guns tucked

If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up

You gotta keep it in the fam

Stack ya loot up

Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up

When you layin' in the cut wit ya guns tucked

If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up

Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up

(What?)

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up

Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up

(It's on again)

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up

Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up

(Word up, put your hands down)

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up

Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up

(Word up, this shit is multi, y'all gonna see it, word up)

(Smiff, Wess, Lex)

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

(From the projects, phony projects next)

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need no water, like the Cocoa B's burn

Gotta poly wit your crew

To stack ya loot up

Get ya weight up,

Big up, pull ya boots up

When you step into the club wit the guns up

If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up

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