Lyrics King Los – Reppin’
Text:
Chorus:
I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?
Verse 1:
LOS!
I’m out that back up, back up
Get away from the blaka blaka, get it straight
Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day,
Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay
Where they hug blocks, buww shots,
Hustle all day, scream fuck cops
Run shots, hitting in the hole
Niggas ain’t never had enough guap
What pops? household?
Niggas ain’t never had a whole house
Lights off, red dude
Landlord said we gotta roll out
And it’s cold out, what the fuck
Roll out, button up
Zone out, toughen up
No doubt, fuck is up
Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes
Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube!
Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets
There’s some things about my past that feel really incomplete
But if you stomping me to death you couldn’t kill me with the feet
I’m from Baltimore city ain’t nobody stopping this flight
Best rapper alive, you don’t like it, we could fist fight
Chorus:
I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?
Verse 2:
Uh
Ok, I’m form where that drama come, around just like karma come
Back around, just ask around, no backing down, we palm a gun
I’ve been on my money chase, momma hear them commas come,
So I could fill up banks at the crib, like I’m Carlton
I got the will to survive and they can’t live,
The bitches switch characters on niggas like Aunt Viv
The Crown Ain’t Safe, ya’ll niggas just dense
Ya’ll want to know who took it, I left you Fresh Prince
Flip that shit, till I get that coupe
Hit that stripper to get that loot
Whip that soda on the side, yea that chicken noodle soup
Make them fiends harlem shake, but they never fall down
I’m the big deal from a small town
Chorus:
I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?
