Rodney King by Quilly Lyrics
[Intro: Quilly]
How you gonna go to war and get money at the same time?
All I want is the money, nah mean?
[Hook: Quilly] (2x)
Can we all just get along? Rodney King
I had a dream, I had a dream; Martin Luther King
My Mama put me in this world to do my thing
I will never testify; never sing
[Verse 1: Quilly]
If it's not detainer on me then I'm gon' bail
If my single don't work, then I'm gon sell; Work!
Ziplock and my old scale
It be a cold day in hell before I'd ever tell
Never told in my life, never plan to
Stand tall, that's the kinda shit a man do
I'm in that new shit, I used to bring them Van through
Now that top drop on em like Bamboo
I remember all the hoes that I ran through
I remember all the hoes that I ran though
Look at me, all that shit you said I can't do
A 1,000 grams wrapped in plastic, this a sample
Soon as they let me out the cell; do my thing
Cook a half a brick, promote it like I'm Don King
I took some money, bought a Lawyer; never sing
He like Oscar De La Hoya in the ring
[Hook: Quilly] (2x)
Can we all just get along? Rodney King
I had a dream, I had a dream; Martin Luther King
My Mama put me in this world to do my thing
I will never testify; never sing
[Verse 2: Quilly]
She said "Boy this pussy yours, you better do your thing"
I bent her over, beat that pussy up like Rodney King
She said "Quilly you the best, you the hottest"
Malcolm X by any means; get out my pocket
Can we all just get along? Do a song
Man, if you was in my position, would you put me on?
4 to 8, I swear the system tried to do me wrong
But I'm too wavy for a job; want my money long
You know them haters gon' talk when you ain't got shit
Then turn around and talk about you when you got shit
Was eatin' Noodles now it's Noodles wit the chopsticks
Don't make me pull up on your bitch wit the drop 6
Money in the bank, money in the mattress
Watch a project nigga tour the atlas
How you call yourself a boss?; never sold shit
How you call yourself a boss? where your old shit?
They say "Quilly run the streets", oh shit
Quilly on some new shit, bankroll shit
So, if you want my old shit, grab my old shit
Cuz I ain't never lookin' back, ask my old bitch
How you gonna go to war and get money at the same time?
All I want is the money, nah mean?
[Hook: Quilly] (2x)
Can we all just get along? Rodney King
I had a dream, I had a dream; Martin Luther King
My Mama put me in this world to do my thing
I will never testify; never sing
[Verse 1: Quilly]
If it's not detainer on me then I'm gon' bail
If my single don't work, then I'm gon sell; Work!
Ziplock and my old scale
It be a cold day in hell before I'd ever tell
Never told in my life, never plan to
Stand tall, that's the kinda shit a man do
I'm in that new shit, I used to bring them Van through
Now that top drop on em like Bamboo
I remember all the hoes that I ran through
I remember all the hoes that I ran though
Look at me, all that shit you said I can't do
A 1,000 grams wrapped in plastic, this a sample
Soon as they let me out the cell; do my thing
Cook a half a brick, promote it like I'm Don King
I took some money, bought a Lawyer; never sing
He like Oscar De La Hoya in the ring
[Hook: Quilly] (2x)
Can we all just get along? Rodney King
I had a dream, I had a dream; Martin Luther King
My Mama put me in this world to do my thing
I will never testify; never sing
[Verse 2: Quilly]
She said "Boy this pussy yours, you better do your thing"
I bent her over, beat that pussy up like Rodney King
She said "Quilly you the best, you the hottest"
Malcolm X by any means; get out my pocket
Can we all just get along? Do a song
Man, if you was in my position, would you put me on?
4 to 8, I swear the system tried to do me wrong
But I'm too wavy for a job; want my money long
You know them haters gon' talk when you ain't got shit
Then turn around and talk about you when you got shit
Was eatin' Noodles now it's Noodles wit the chopsticks
Don't make me pull up on your bitch wit the drop 6
Money in the bank, money in the mattress
Watch a project nigga tour the atlas
How you call yourself a boss?; never sold shit
How you call yourself a boss? where your old shit?
They say "Quilly run the streets", oh shit
Quilly on some new shit, bankroll shit
So, if you want my old shit, grab my old shit
Cuz I ain't never lookin' back, ask my old bitch