Cappadonna

Cappadonna - Season of Da' Vick songtekst

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(feat. Lounge Mode)



[Intro: Cappadonna] 

Season of Da' Vick... 



[Cappadonna] 

Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South 

Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about 

So yo, stop all the ego trippin' 

Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it 

The analog rapper start riftin' 

Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen 

Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin' 

Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin' 

Three chicks walked across the street switchin' 

You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition 

Don' came around the block with the deep dish in 

This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin' 

Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin' 

I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong) 

Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin' 



[Interlude: Cappadonna] 

Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on? 

Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... 

The streets is still watching... 



[Cappadonna] 

I'm a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga 

You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga 

Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga 

We came that liquor 

Weed, digi and cars we just that particular 

Put down ya darts it the extracurricular 

Poppy Wardrobe King, I'm thinkin' bout stickin' ya 

Wherever ya ho be at, I'mma stick my dick in her 

Bust ya guns off if you love how I'm gettin' ya 

Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular 

Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular 

Fuck Beans, none of ya'll niggas can get with us 



[Lounge Mode] 

Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains 

Like guns, like M-1s and nice change 

When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name 

Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang 

See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain 

Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang 

And I was brought up to, respect my elders 

Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder 

A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig 

Respect my moms and respect my kids 

Cuz if you don't, then I got to disrespect ya crib 

And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig 

Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke 

'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes 

Bandana on my wrists, but I ain't claimin' no set 

Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke 

I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep 

Cop that yae shit and come down, I'm back on the street 

Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I'll kill for five 

And if you'se a bad boy, I'm killin' ya pride 

Two in the five, push like eight in ya side 

Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga 



[Outro: Cappadonna] 

Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on? 

Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... 

Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... 

Yeah, muthafucka...
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