We Remain - Lloyd Banks

We Remain - Lloyd Banks

  • Year of release: 2009
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:53

Below is the lyrics of the song We Remain , artist - Lloyd Banks with translation

Lyrics " We Remain "

Original text with translation

We Remain

Lloyd Banks

Yeah…

I wake up out my nightmare, hit the street and see my dream

Most the shit I love is lost through sickness and magazine, Queens

Cali green, clean, panoramic beam

Night-vision screen, helpin' me to see what can’t be seen, mean

Foreign vehicle fiend, since nineteen

The kids see me and scream like I’m sellin' ice cream, dice king

Gangster till I’m walkin' with a walker

I turn a chick a stalker, rip all dignity off her

You’ll see a flying saucer 'fore you see another Banks

Kaiser Soze with the wordplay I’m everything that you ain’t, uh

Chinchilla killer, nigga splash me with the paint, he stomped

Any club I’m in I’m conf', fuck the competition

Purple bottle pissin', gettin' top from who you kissin'

Listen I will not be locked down and you’re on pussy prison

And if you livin' like I’m livin' then you live it up

Brand new car, ribboned up, treatin' life like we don’t give a fuck…

Now what it is, stayin' sucker free tryna live

Kindness is, took for weakness, fuck 'em all, mind my biz

Trust no-one, jus' my sig, cigarello full of ello

Flyer foot, flyer pedal, on my way in out the ghetto…

Chronic in the Fiji, in a brand new Lamborghini

When you see me it’s a half a milli easy, rap need me

I’m so fly, I’m so greasy, and my arm and ears are freezy

Shorty smilin' all cheesy I get her outta her bikini, haha…

Easy… fallaci in the 'cuzzi

An inspirin' actress dyin' to make a movie

Groovy, tooly, couchie, hittin' til I’m woozy

Rubberband man, out in Japan, diamonds and Gucci

Nigga sue me, see me when I see ya

When I shit as diarrhea, f-follow the leader

Flip, I own a heater, I ain’t for fakin' either

White on black Beemer, vehicle jungle fever

Give me a breather, back up off the boy a bit

That girl you with, broke her fuckin' neck when she saw the clique

Real baller shit, holiday stuntin'

I start my engine with a button close my door with a button, yeah…

Paper stackin' up so I don’t need a thang

The streets are goin' dumb again, we to blame

Other crews come and go, we remain

You can see them other niggaz, niggaz can’t see the game…

Nah…

This that V5…

Top five dead or alive…

Uh… Yeah…

Southside I see you…

Northside I see you…

Up top I see you…

Down South I see you…

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