Elbow Room Songtext
von Hurricane
Elbow Room Songtext
It′s too crowded in this motherfucker
What's up with that big front, frontin′ punk, that tip-top?
Hurricane's got a pump as I groove up the [?]
Like a shirt, watch a nigga do work, kick us and stay alert
When you dealin' with an expert
Let the needle ride the groove, make them niggas move
It′s drop-a-donium and a flow′s a bad ammonium
Don't stand still to the still of a nickel-plated slug
Nose thirty-eight, leaving you in bad shape
Tell it your lats are raw, on the Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Always back to holla screens, but don′t be shocked
If you hear a pop, you might get dropped and stopped
From the bang and the fucking boom
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
Gimme some space where you get a taste
You can get more than gold and silver
When I deliver the ill style
Make a nigga aah
Fucked up, fuck it, here we go again
Thirteen ways to get it, if you didn't know
I got a ill flow and we can go more toe to toe
Put you where you belong, I make some ill shit
All night long, era, wasn′t terror
[?] no era, might commit a murder 'cause I′m loco
Listen to the [?], give me some room
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
Gimme some elbow room
When me and my crew come through
What we wanna hear is somethin' clear
While I blow a blunt and drink a beer
Ain't no time for no fake tracks
Half-ass folks, ′cause I know the ropes
Killin′ niggas' hopes and dreams as I cut through the seams of a
Hit ′em with a hard grab, worse than a hard slap
You can't imagine in your wildest dope, play childish games
′Cause I aims to get funky and stupid as
Pass the pole, like we pulled from the dome
Keep it on and on with no return until you learn
Let your asses adjourn and just get burned
For trying to take something that you never earned
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
What the fuck goes on when I'm comin′ in?
Told you once before, ain't gon' tell you again
That my name was [?] back in the day
Bet you I don′t play, I got a motherfuckin′ ache in my neck
Wouldn't hesitate to spread a [?] sticker
If it comes to steppin′, what you steppin'?
My name is Cane an′ I got a pep in my step, pep
Double R-I-C-A-N-E
What the fuck is going on?
Stepping to me with the goddamn
Waiting to shoot him in his motherfuckin' spine
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
What's up with that big front, frontin′ punk, that tip-top?
Hurricane's got a pump as I groove up the [?]
Like a shirt, watch a nigga do work, kick us and stay alert
When you dealin' with an expert
Let the needle ride the groove, make them niggas move
It′s drop-a-donium and a flow′s a bad ammonium
Don't stand still to the still of a nickel-plated slug
Nose thirty-eight, leaving you in bad shape
Tell it your lats are raw, on the Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Always back to holla screens, but don′t be shocked
If you hear a pop, you might get dropped and stopped
From the bang and the fucking boom
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
Gimme some space where you get a taste
You can get more than gold and silver
When I deliver the ill style
Make a nigga aah
Fucked up, fuck it, here we go again
Thirteen ways to get it, if you didn't know
I got a ill flow and we can go more toe to toe
Put you where you belong, I make some ill shit
All night long, era, wasn′t terror
[?] no era, might commit a murder 'cause I′m loco
Listen to the [?], give me some room
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
Gimme some elbow room
When me and my crew come through
What we wanna hear is somethin' clear
While I blow a blunt and drink a beer
Ain't no time for no fake tracks
Half-ass folks, ′cause I know the ropes
Killin′ niggas' hopes and dreams as I cut through the seams of a
Hit ′em with a hard grab, worse than a hard slap
You can't imagine in your wildest dope, play childish games
′Cause I aims to get funky and stupid as
Pass the pole, like we pulled from the dome
Keep it on and on with no return until you learn
Let your asses adjourn and just get burned
For trying to take something that you never earned
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
What the fuck goes on when I'm comin′ in?
Told you once before, ain't gon' tell you again
That my name was [?] back in the day
Bet you I don′t play, I got a motherfuckin′ ache in my neck
Wouldn't hesitate to spread a [?] sticker
If it comes to steppin′, what you steppin'?
My name is Cane an′ I got a pep in my step, pep
Double R-I-C-A-N-E
What the fuck is going on?
Stepping to me with the goddamn
Waiting to shoot him in his motherfuckin' spine
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room, I need some elbow
Gimme some elbow room
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