Talkin the Hardest Songtext
von Giggs
Talkin the Hardest Songtext
If you′re talkin the hardest
Giggs betta pop up in your thoughts as an artist (Jheeze)
Tauntin' the market
Everybody wants to know where ′Walk In Da Park' is
Walk in the party, sporting Armani
Half of the crowd's all snortin my charlie
Sorted the bar, time to sort the punani
Chicks lookin at me like "Talk to me darlin′ (Jheeze)
Hollering at man
Winking, smiling and wanna attack man
I think these lighties loving my black gang
Everyone′s suit same colour as Batman's
Flippin like a quarter a brick
Bag 28 wid a thought of a jib
Anybody thinks they can talk to my clique,
Will end up covered in red like a portion of chips (mmm)
Pour me a drink
Big fur jacket that′s the thoughts of a pimp
I used to be quiet did that sort anything?
So I had to run riot when I bought me a ting
Walk with my ting
Peddlin' morphine
Dem times deh I was lickin out more green
Skip couple years ′07 the story
Now I'm Hollowman in some heavy Dior Jeans (mmm)
Bitch niggas lookin for glory,
Wanna beef me so they can tell you a story,
It will get bloody and it will get gory,
Clapped in the neck like Amanda in Saw 3,
Yea I got my suttin deh pon me,
So much straps I′ll have a weaponery orgy (oooh)
Feds try nick me for a murder but it coulda been the man that had the weapon before me,
B, White, Green, I be peddlin' all three,
Dropped P a box, it was jus under 4g,
I told him weigh the 10s at 2grams,
And weigh the 8ths about 4g
Badmans on the block
Spenda, Yung Giggs, Mantis an' Rocks
TB, Tinie, Carlton and Jim Jones
Holdin it down while they handle the clock (my niggas)
Pussyholes got my mandem on lock
Straps we handle a lot
Clapped your mandem and what?
Me and u are cool but you can stand there and watch
My PYGs will put their hands on your watch
Be easy I put your mans in a box
Young Lap, TB, JJ and Shockz
I treat my lil niggas like fam not a boss (mmm)
All my mandem are hot
But your mandem are wash
Beat couple shots and you ran to the cops
Big .45 they couldn′t handle the shock
I talk about the handgun a lot
But that one Hollowman handles a lot
All the black gang fam are handled a lot
Me and Foss baggin up grams at the spot
Shots in my grind gear
Jumped in my vehicle
All gassed up now imma slang me a rock (mmm)
Hollowman handles his job
Feds on the ground helicopters on top
Beautiful women wanna dock to my cot
A beautiful woman wouldn′t stop gettin cock
Giggs betta pop up in your thoughts as an artist (Jheeze)
Tauntin' the market
Everybody wants to know where ′Walk In Da Park' is
Walk in the party, sporting Armani
Half of the crowd's all snortin my charlie
Sorted the bar, time to sort the punani
Chicks lookin at me like "Talk to me darlin′ (Jheeze)
Hollering at man
Winking, smiling and wanna attack man
I think these lighties loving my black gang
Everyone′s suit same colour as Batman's
Flippin like a quarter a brick
Bag 28 wid a thought of a jib
Anybody thinks they can talk to my clique,
Will end up covered in red like a portion of chips (mmm)
Pour me a drink
Big fur jacket that′s the thoughts of a pimp
I used to be quiet did that sort anything?
So I had to run riot when I bought me a ting
Walk with my ting
Peddlin' morphine
Dem times deh I was lickin out more green
Skip couple years ′07 the story
Now I'm Hollowman in some heavy Dior Jeans (mmm)
Bitch niggas lookin for glory,
Wanna beef me so they can tell you a story,
It will get bloody and it will get gory,
Clapped in the neck like Amanda in Saw 3,
Yea I got my suttin deh pon me,
So much straps I′ll have a weaponery orgy (oooh)
Feds try nick me for a murder but it coulda been the man that had the weapon before me,
B, White, Green, I be peddlin' all three,
Dropped P a box, it was jus under 4g,
I told him weigh the 10s at 2grams,
And weigh the 8ths about 4g
Badmans on the block
Spenda, Yung Giggs, Mantis an' Rocks
TB, Tinie, Carlton and Jim Jones
Holdin it down while they handle the clock (my niggas)
Pussyholes got my mandem on lock
Straps we handle a lot
Clapped your mandem and what?
Me and u are cool but you can stand there and watch
My PYGs will put their hands on your watch
Be easy I put your mans in a box
Young Lap, TB, JJ and Shockz
I treat my lil niggas like fam not a boss (mmm)
All my mandem are hot
But your mandem are wash
Beat couple shots and you ran to the cops
Big .45 they couldn′t handle the shock
I talk about the handgun a lot
But that one Hollowman handles a lot
All the black gang fam are handled a lot
Me and Foss baggin up grams at the spot
Shots in my grind gear
Jumped in my vehicle
All gassed up now imma slang me a rock (mmm)
Hollowman handles his job
Feds on the ground helicopters on top
Beautiful women wanna dock to my cot
A beautiful woman wouldn′t stop gettin cock
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Dawaun W. Parker, Jason Neville Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
