paroles de chanson The Illest (Victor Niglio Remix) - Far East Movement feat. Riff Raff

We be the illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
We so muthafuckin' ill!

Yeh,
Illin' out from LA,
I be illin' out all the way,
Got a v-mail from my K-Town chick,
Dat wanna hook up and blaze,
I got OG cannabis (can I bust?),
Girl, one puff will put you in your grave,
Got three pills and four jimmy hats
Cause we don't kid and play.
Popov, yo, guess who's getting drunk,
No muthafuckas can't out-drink us,
If you sippin' that hate, don't get drowned,
So cold polar bears on my nuts,
Ya'll know who we be,
I hold it down for the East,
Cause I keeps it pimpin', Peter Griffin,
Yellow tinted on Z's.

Drippin' on yo couches,
Drippin' on yo couches,
Sippin' Tanqueray with Orange Bang we on that Tropicana.
Drippin' on yo couches,
From the hills to public houses,
If you feelin' ill then damn you ill,
Be the illest on a thousand.

Yeah!
Nice chain,
What a nice night,
My ice bright,
I play The Wall like a night-light.
Tangerine tambourine from the West Wing,
The best thing about my room? Versace bedsprings.
I'm in the building,
More gold than Rumpelstiltskin,
Aw shit, look who it is: the white Russell Simmons.
Jody Highroller, Far East Movement,
We so ill, I think I need some codeine fluid.
Riff!

"I" is for the way these beezies love how I bang,
And "double L" is for the way I blow that smoke in ya face,
We roll on "E's" and we be easy rollin that bank,
And "ST" is for the Illest shit we rep every day.