Beamer, Benz, or Bentley

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Royce Da 5'9" - Rap

Beamer, Benz, or Bentley

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[Hook 1: Joe Budden] New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly, you know I keep it filthy (out in) New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Rockin spikes and the beater, beside me a diva I'm hearing all that talk bout how you ride with a heater Make sure I dont survive, or when I see ya You'll sleep with a broke heart Like you went and took advice from Alicia Tell me if you really wanna take it there The best in the world if ya ain't familiar The wear, the latest gear, love nope, hate it yeah Your scared style will get aired out, start, stop, and stare now Change the truck grill, yeah, the car got veneers now Lotta rappers spitting shit I dont wanna hear now They talking Gucci but they shoppin at Sears now If you ain't prepared now, you ain't get the warning yet So I'ma go hard early, call it morning sex New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly, tinted up, rims steely If a nigga try to kill me, chalk it up as a brother wildin Ya minds playin tricks on you, get off Shutter Island Show you somethin' you never'll see, I'm gettin' checks every week You tryin' to meet ya executive needs, I'm in executive suites consecutively Somebody had to body it, guess the job was left to me So when I kill the track they can't charge me with double jeopardy They ask if you if I'm a boss and you say no sir How you don't concur? My go-pher got a chauffeur Standing on the couch in the club with a nympho Reppin' Slaughterhouse, see the blood on the window Actually, I'm tryna get wealthy, being broke isn't healthy So I ain't trying to buy whatever shit they trying to sell me Broad up in the 'telly, I can trust her when she tell me Still bringing lunatics with me, yeah I learned that trick from Nelly Cuz I know that it get urgent when they see you just splurgin Strip club, in the private room, tryna fix the curtains Wanna cause a big excursion? Run up on the kid squirting Make sure the Mac ain't broke and you ain't buy the Knicks version Out in... [Hook 2: Joell Ortiz (Joe Budden)] (New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly) Nissan, Honda, Chevy, Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy, my stash is never empty baby Nissan, Honda, Chevy, Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy, the Ds will never get me [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] In my hoopty I be swerving, the public's who I'm serving Boost phone forever chirping, I be out there putting work in Know them dirty boys lurking, if they nab me then it's curtains So when I go see a person, I spin the block so I'm certain That it's cool, I'm no fool, see, Raúl is more than reckless So I meet him when it's busy at that Meeker/Morgan exit Off that BQ-B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey D's And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish-and-cheese I'm really, really in the street, being broke's my enemy Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry I make that soft get hard and meet my homey Pito In the parking lot of Home Depot off Northern Boulevard I got my route down pat, I'm about my stacks And my mouth don't chat, I let my bow!-bow! clap But I ain't with that though, I'm trying to get that dough (YAOWA) Beamer, Benz or Bentley, oh no, I stay low in that [Hook 3: Royce da 5'9" (Joell Ortiz)] (Nissan, Honda, Chevy, Nissan, Honda, Chevy) Pistol clip and pistol, that's all I rap about's My dick, my pistol clip and pistol, pistol clip and pistol Pistol clip and pistol, that's all I rap about, bitch [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] My dick is like a missile, my pistol's in my pants But my dick is hanging lower than my pistol clip and pistol, bitch Now we talking bout my dick, you know your shit big When your bitch give you head and her mouth is only 'round the top of it Now lets talk about my pistol clip If the gun is playing music, then the pistol clip's an instrument The soldier is holding on to the 4-4s, composing The drum is brrrrrr, 762s exploding I'm about to stop talking bout my dick, pistol and my pistol clip Dick, pistol, pistol clip, bitch, I'm a hypocrite If I say "Fuck the world," that mean that I'm literally Tryin' to put my big big dick in it, my pistol clip be pistol whistling [*Whistle Break*] I hope you listening Pistol clip, pistol, big dick, now your bitch is interested I'm bout to enter it and injure it I am not indirect, I am so motherfucking blunt Pistol clip, pistol, dick, bitch! I'm saying, you like, "Oh my god, get that gun out of my face" It's not in your face, it's in my hand [Hook 4: Crooked I (Royce da 5'9")] (Pistol clip and pistol) Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny, that liquor fucking with me It's tequila, vodka, Henny, tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny, that liquor fucking with me [Verse 4: Crooked I] Yeah I'm nickels, dimes, and pennies, I'm dollars, fives, and twenties Then I'm twenties, fifties, Benjies, buy Beamers, Benz, or Bentleys Buy bullets, guns, and semis, buy Louis, Gucci, Fendi Fuck Wendy's, Mickey's, Denny's, I'm Martin's, Chow's, and Benhi's With Keisha, Tosha, Kimmy, Felicia, Shonda, Cindy Jamika, Dawn, and Ginny, Tamika, Rhonda, Nicki They from New York, Jersey, Philly on tequila, vodka, Henny Patron, Ciroc, and Remy, some weed, shrooms, and pillies Now we loco, loony, silly, fuck their mouth, box, and tities (She is licking the shaft of the penis) That's brain, breast, and kitty while I'm drunk, fried, and tipsy While I'm twisted, high, and dizzy, pussy juicy, hot, and pretty Gushy, gooey, sticky, gushy, gooey, sticky Bitch I'm Eazy, Pac and Biggie off tequila, vodka, Henny Spit like Wayne, Ye, and Drizzy, mixed with Em, Jay, and 50 And my Nissan, Honda, Chevy, my pistol clip and pistol grip Rappers got a bigger buzz, bitch I got a bigger dick That was my Royce line, I'm on my Cali, Brooklyn, Jersey And Detroit time (Slaughterhouse) Them boys grind We going past the top, so Mt. Everest won't cut it You low budget, we bout to go public [Hook 5: Crooked I] Tequila, vodka, Henny, tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny, that liquor fucking with me Tequila, vodka, Henny, tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny, that liquor fuckin with me

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Credits

Writers
  • Crooked I
  • Joell Ortiz
  • Joe Budden
  • Royce Da 5'9"