Songtexte Loot - Caliber

Suspects!
Nation that is
What it do?
Big left knuckles in the building
Caliber, wussup homie?
N1, once again man
You droppin them gems for us, boy!
Yeah, it's a Westsider, rider thing baby
Come with it!

Elevate your game (If you want loot)
Try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others lose they brains (For this loot)
So elevate your game (If you want loot)
And try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others losin they brains (For this loot)

I got the N1, now I'm ready to go
Caliber in the game, now I'm ready to score
Like an eagle, yeah, I'm ready to soar
Got my game face on, make opponents say "oh!"
To the door if you ain't ready for this foe
When I spit, it's a real spit for sure
Now you know that you're dealin with a true pro
Blue pit from South Central
You don't like my style? So?
I'm a tickin time bomb (Tick, tick, blow)
In the fast lane, but I'm rollin slow
At my own pace, with my mind on my dough
Can't help but to grow
I'm a fat motherfucker, but my name ain't Fat Joe
Olympian, so I go for the gold
You'll see what I mean when the story unfolds

Elevate your game (If you want loot)
Try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others lose they brains (For this loot)
So elevate your game (If you want loot)
And try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others losin they brains (For this loot)

Get money, stack chips, count cash
Fuck with mines and my 12's in your ass
I never bite when I write or smash on hooks
We mob deep, leavin y'all shook
I'm a chef as I cook like Raekwon, the new Don
West coast comin strong, you dead wrong
When they say we gone? Nah
Is this Killa Fon? Yah
Stop be the stop in the jungle my brother
We hash motherfuckers, doin all busters
This rap game's clustered, the Suspects the dogs with the mustard
Gangsta slash mack slash hustler
I know you suffer as you whine to your homies
Cause they turn and tell me "How you so phony?"
And elevate it a bit, just quit
When I see you bitch, best believe I'm with the business

Elevate your game (If you want loot)
Try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others lose they brains (For this loot)
So elevate your game (If you want loot)
And try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others losin they brains (For this loot)

No worries when we goin through these true stories
Some just survive, some want the glory
Others like us use our talents as a tool
You know the sayin (Mama didn't raise no fool)
You look at me and you know you see a Suspect
Caliber, I'm what you call an aspect
Reppin for the fine line of my descendants
From the south of Mexico, I'm a sapo then

Keep you in check, we always two step
Ahead of you all, out of control ball
You small weak legends of the fall
Summer, springtime, winter
We splinter, I'm a proven winner
A proven go-getter, roam around with other sinners
Snatchin cake from those snakes that slither
Now they wanna act all bitter cause my flame leave blisters
But I saw they trapped and they don't call the whistler

Elevate your game (If you want loot)
Try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others lose they brains (For this loot)
So elevate your game (If you want loot)
And try to flip this game (If you want loot)
Many make this change (To stack loot)
And others losin they brains (For this loot)