Old Man Saxon Downtown Lyrics
Downtown by Old Man Saxon
I roll though ya town blowing hella big
For the hell of it
You can find me stunting
I roll through your town blowing hella big
Ain't with the old one na I got a better bitch
Souped up Nikon pics on me
Fresh death boy you better grab ya chick homie
Blind with the banter im a fan of hers
Im trying to get this mil call the manager
Im really not enjoying it
Don't know who your toying it
Save it nigga foil it
Im really trying to tell you im a factor
Im really tryin to ball just like my pastor
Im really tryin to say to all these rappers
Quit switching lanes niggas ya causing traffic
Is it enough to bring basses up
We ain't slanging stuff
But ain't making much
We ain't paid enough
But tonight we stunting so blaze it up
You know where to find me
Chorus
Won't be quick as a cricket won't be slow as a snail
Events ain't Lemony Snicket's I know you holding them shells
But dog we really can kick it
Ain't no need for that popping off
And girl I insisted let me properly top you off
Game sick
I came through with dust on my shoes nice fitted though
Felt some distain for some lames that I didn't know
Trust i ain't tripping though
Fits I didn't throw
Want my residuals
A chick that walk pigeon toed
Ohhhh baby boo I like it like that
Thats fact
One two my my is mine stacked
My line just got racked up
Nose got jacked up
Woes just got passed up
No im no actor
So would you cut it up
Im on some other stuff
Brother get ya numbers up
Drop the blunderbuss
Fuck that shit and that shit that you selling bitch
Ima roll thorough ya town for the hell of it
Chorus
Just for the hell of it why not
Trying to find spots where I can sit and dime watch
Maybe buy pot
Have a drink or two
Shock you like pikachu
I play kazoo and eat ya food
Hold up wait they sending him that pay
Well no fucks were given on that day
How much you got on you little boy
Don't let them put them dots on you little boy
I could probably rock with you little boy
But look how you talk you a little boy
Im a grown man new stitching on the socks
You can catch me at the club probably hitting on some box
Solid Snake right now
You can hate right now
Ima make my rounds
Ima find me something
Making cake right now
In ya face right now
Stocked a eighth right now you can find me stunting
For the hell of it
You can find me stunting
I roll through your town blowing hella big
Ain't with the old one na I got a better bitch
Souped up Nikon pics on me
Fresh death boy you better grab ya chick homie
Blind with the banter im a fan of hers
Im trying to get this mil call the manager
Im really not enjoying it
Don't know who your toying it
Save it nigga foil it
Im really trying to tell you im a factor
Im really tryin to ball just like my pastor
Im really tryin to say to all these rappers
Quit switching lanes niggas ya causing traffic
Is it enough to bring basses up
We ain't slanging stuff
But ain't making much
We ain't paid enough
But tonight we stunting so blaze it up
You know where to find me
Chorus
Won't be quick as a cricket won't be slow as a snail
Events ain't Lemony Snicket's I know you holding them shells
But dog we really can kick it
Ain't no need for that popping off
And girl I insisted let me properly top you off
Game sick
I came through with dust on my shoes nice fitted though
Felt some distain for some lames that I didn't know
Trust i ain't tripping though
Fits I didn't throw
Want my residuals
A chick that walk pigeon toed
Ohhhh baby boo I like it like that
Thats fact
One two my my is mine stacked
My line just got racked up
Nose got jacked up
Woes just got passed up
No im no actor
So would you cut it up
Im on some other stuff
Brother get ya numbers up
Drop the blunderbuss
Fuck that shit and that shit that you selling bitch
Ima roll thorough ya town for the hell of it
Chorus
Just for the hell of it why not
Trying to find spots where I can sit and dime watch
Maybe buy pot
Have a drink or two
Shock you like pikachu
I play kazoo and eat ya food
Hold up wait they sending him that pay
Well no fucks were given on that day
How much you got on you little boy
Don't let them put them dots on you little boy
I could probably rock with you little boy
But look how you talk you a little boy
Im a grown man new stitching on the socks
You can catch me at the club probably hitting on some box
Solid Snake right now
You can hate right now
Ima make my rounds
Ima find me something
Making cake right now
In ya face right now
Stocked a eighth right now you can find me stunting