Throw Back — текст песни (Royce Da 5`9)





[Chorus - Royce Da 5`9]

(R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y)

I`m spillin these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C)

You shoulda been told that (E) cause I am a throwback

I`m spillin these cold raps, you feelin the soldier

You niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5)

{*Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}

I`m spillin these cold raps (9) you feelin the soldier

{*Cause I`ma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it*}

Cause you niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback

{*Now if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}

I`m spillin these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I.... begone



[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5`9]

Raps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACK

The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah)

I`m too vicious for him, too vicious for you

And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudes

Coldest flow of the summer, I see `em come and they GO

See `em fumble the flow, it`s more goers then comers

Put the piece to ya dome, do you at peace wit the chrome

Build ya ?? eat you, and pick my teeth wit ya bones

I`m from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudes

If you don`t like me, then likely I`ll make a belt wit ya shoes

Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good

Flow is sold, before any nigga rag on your hood

I`m not a hip hop nigga, don`t confuse me wit them

Truest at the beginnin, and truer when it`s do to your end

I`m just sellin my game, for cheddar forever

My intelligent brain, is clever when spellin my name, like



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5`9]

I`m back to call the advantage, have you and on bananas

And hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanic

I`m bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fightin in clubs

Ya blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz

Ya type is simply a bitch, and fightin wit me`s a risk

I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche

I`m out in front of ya, guns out

Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxin about to drop without Columbia

I spit this venom myself, me independence is felt

Finish wit Slim and his help, long as he winnin I`m good

Long as I`m known as one of the most vicious

MC`s spittin from the D, low and behold and mitten

This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggaz

We stole this, on our road to riches

I`ll show you the golden picture, glow, lock

Product is fears, I`m soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5`9]

I go beyond bootlegers, they slow me down, but HEY

I`m holdin my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAY

5`9 is a winner, I speak to keep the progression

My views take you to school, my piece`ll teach you a lesson

Never been deep in the streets, I can`t be somethin I`m not

Test me and get to know me, I`ll put you inside of a box

Chalked and signin off and, put ya hands on me now

Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin

The .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take home

Where they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape on

All them hoe ass niggaz could DO, is cry wit the children

And PRAY, if I was a civilian for a day

I`d take a glance at my daddy - another me

Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - It wasn`t me (yeah)

I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma

I`m comin to get you, I will help you SPELL!



[Chorus]



[Outro - Royce Da 5`9]

Yeah it`s on, my name is Royce 5`9

My nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone [echoes]



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