Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lord Saint Black
Rap
Johnny Tsunami
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
L. Price
Songwriter:in
John Origines Santos
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pierre Pyer
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
Tsunami gone hit what y'all gone do?
Black turn the lights out now y'all through
We finna take the night and the daylight too
Got Wesley on the snipes like it's too wong foo
Pull up
Call us 2 live crew
First class, throwin ass
Fuck they gone do
Check is already cashed
And the flight done flew
We done told ya'll already
So we thought ya'll knew
The whole face is polished
Whole look demolished
Right hook, night took
Whole shit abolished
Tsunami my safe guard
Look at his face card
I see why the papas lookin
I get why they stay hard
Ugh, like lil Kim hardcore
Sittin in position and ready to give 'em more
Know what you be spittin
I see what you lookin' for
And trust me what you gettin is better than your before
Like we too wong foo
Run through the 212
Or that 213
Tsunami you got me
When its ass up its fatty
Lets gas up the caddy
By daylight its papi
By nightfall I'm daddy
Quit talkin bout
What you really ain't got
If you really was connected
**** why you stressin out
I ain't come to play
Keep the cappin shit at bay
Is you really bout the action
Give a fuck bout what you say
He be all up on bumper
Man I got this **** honkin
Tryina sell me what he sayin
I ain't really into talking
**** said he like my style
got 'em thinking that he scorin
Feeling like he goin places
My genetics be so foreign
He so borin
I be snorin
Fuck the drip
Is you pourin
I'm a blessin to these ****
Got 'em jumpin like they Jordan
Drop a **** like squats
Make 'em gimme what he got
And he only get attention
If I'm pullin off the lot
Aye (aye)
Can you get it off the lot
He can only get attention
If his pockets got the knots
Aye (aye)
He gone try to shoot his shot
I'm gone teach you how to
make these **** pay for what you got
Tsunami gone hit what y'all gone do?
Black turn the lights out now y'all through
Finna take the night and the daylight too
Got Wesley on the snipes like too wong foo
Chi Chi baddie in the caddy like too wong foo
Givin ya'll Vida like too wong foo
Noxeema outer space now ya'll through
Stay servin y'all face like its too wong foo
Here kitty kitty
here kitty kitty meow
Here kitty kitty
pussy sittin pretty meow
He ain't got the funds
He ain't fuckin wit me now
Tell that **** make it rain
If he got the money oooow
Written by: John Origines Santos, L. Price