Buda & Grandz - Bad Boy On d**h Row lyrics

[Intro: Dave East] I welcome ya'll to greatness You now witnessing a legend Real n***a sh** [Verse 1: Dave East] Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living room Never get in tune with negative vibes Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance Finger f**in' til my palm hurt, I came with the plan [Verse 2: The Game] I came with a Glock, bullets run out, n***as getting socked off top We were selling dope, like we was from the rock Off pot, hanging out the Cutla** letting off shots Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not [Verse 3: Dave East] Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your wifey at IHOP Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster Interrogations keep comin' back, sh** feel like karma They add grams, now I moving with bands, ain't talking contra [Verse 4: The Game] Verse-y, Lord have mercy on a n***a ridin' in the Mercy With some Hershey and she from Marcy The brain Bosley, n***a f**in' no Bill Cosby Samsung, champagne spillin' on it beside me Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the lobby [Verse 5: Dave East] I missed the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best scallops sh**, I knew we was the best before I met Khaled Chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the next salad I'm from the East Side of Harlem, I never stress violence Checks pilin', black shades wave the Tech smilin' Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next island [Verse 6: The Game] My neck stylin', 5 karats on the angel wings Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a Compton thing Don't make me switch whips, hop in the ghost like it's Halloween Run up on a con spittin' ether like I am out of Queens Walk up on a n***a, broad day, take him out of things Leave him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, h**n and gasoline RIP to Yams, but we in Harlem cookin' collard greens I start trippin', it's like Future when he out of lean And I don't do construction but this hammer hangin' out my jeans And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of memes You can run on Instagram, but can't outrun the beam, n***a [Verse 7: Dave East] Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansk' Hoodlum, my alliances out in Brooklyn We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the law, Tookie A hundred bookies, bettin' on Golden State Fiends sniffin' 8 balls as I watched his face go in that plate [Verse 8: The Game] What he snorting up? Cuttin' wire taps, you ain't recording us Fresh pair of J's, and stilla f** Michael Jordan up Go to jail, smack CO's and tell the warden, “What?“ My n***as at your crib, but your daughter underwater stuck Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter tuck Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady Luck East! [Verse 9: Dave East] Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Peter Parker Trash bags to the ceiling, it ain't no need for talkin' Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles walkin' Knockin' Lenny Kravitz in the 550, ride by slow Couple my b**hes slide down poles [Verse 10: The Game] That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx I see head in my future, called that like he designer n***a called himself a thug, but we know that he vagina The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call cryin' I'll crush your Empire, then eat your girl cookie You only good with the hooks, Hakeem, you f**in' rookie [Verse 11: Dave East] Understand that ain't like nothing you ever see in your f**ing life Bouncer at the club from my block you let me tuck the pipe You having a problems with your spouse, cuz you ain't f** her right I'm probably somewhere shopping for a house to keep my comfort right Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block Fiends was up early so I was the first to see the block [Outro: The Game] East meets West my n***a They say Compton is just like Harlem, I know that's right Soon as I land in JFK man, had a f**ing Had a f**er' Uber take me to muthaf**in' mid-town man Pick up my f**in' Lambo Then I am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox Thats where I play, Game n***a Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there Gimme that corner table in the back Let me get that fried chicken That cornbread come out first, smokin' Real n***a sh**, Compton