Saigon - Lames Lyrics
YeaShout out to Scram Jones!!!Clinton Sparks in the buildingIT'S SMASH TIME![Verse 1:]It ain't nothin for me to roll wit twelve fire armsThe kid got more beef than Hillshire FarmsBut I ain't gon turn my shit into some sausageI'm gonna turn my beef into some coffinsFlow so sick I'm nauseousI ain't signed yet, these labels makin me BS oftenI don't care, its all they loss, the price is only gon go upNigga im gonna blow up, American Music Awards, yea I'm gon show upWhen I win one of them, I'm gonna throw upYup, right on whoever's in-front of meI came from the P, ain't nobody in this ***** that can front on meAint nobody shutter me, I'm under my own wingA.B. nigga, yea I'm runnin' my own thingSmile ery'time the phone rings, 鈥榗ause I know its money on the other endNot my homie's lover-friend, gotta bring the shovel inIm buryin' these niggas careersTo me it appears they all queersThey what we call pimps, we need more squaresWho wanna holla back? In-fact I'm all ears[Chorus:]These lames (these lames)They *****in' up the game(Niggas *****in' up the game, said these lames *****in' up the game)It's a shame the way that things change[Repeat][Verse 2:]Anytime you wanna know about SaigonGo to what type of thug are you w.comPut through the fire like Chaka KahnSeen all of the stop signs but to me them jokers was jus octagonsCouldn't tell me I was not the bombLil nigga couldn't fight but I was quick to ***** a nineNever quick to drop a dimeEven though niggas dropped dimes on my bout fifty-eleven timesCrime time, this is a fine time to rhymeIm feelin like a million, word to my momIm glad all of yall niggas chasin' a dameI'll DMX the game wit no sets to claimThrow it all on my back wit jail bars on my armWar scars on my hear from gettin' it onCap sacky nigga, they backed me niggaThey feelin my tracks and Clinton backI ***** around and go platinum off jail niggas aloneWhat up Nap-Nap how yall love that?[Chorus]
