Текст песни Upper Echelon - Hint
Pull
out
the
zip
(zip),
pull
out
the
roll
(roll
up)
We
so
high,
upper
echelon
(straight
up)
We
so
fuckin'
high,
upper
echelon
(DAMN)
Dozin'
off
them
Xannies,
just
popped
a
bandie
Wave
rock
like
Atlantic,
froze
like
Atlantic
Party
at
the
Sphinx,
damn
that's
so
outlandish
(straight
up)
She
gon'
make
it
clap,
clap,
throw
them
bands
(dope)
Walkin'
through
the
Waldorf
they
know
my
name
here
(La
Flame)
Dropped
out,
got
signed,
got
mom
house
all
in
the
same
year
(straight
up)
Don't
you
come
around
me,
ain't
got
the
time,
b
Watch
me
do
the
Randy,
touchdown
(bricks)
Knew
how
much
I
get,
think
La
Flame
the
golden
child
(La
Flame)
Ridin'
right
behind
her,
pull
up
beside
her
(SKRRT)
We
poppin'
champagne,
damn
you
apple
cider
Aight
Travis,
let
get
it
- HUSTLE
GANG,
NIGGA!
You
niggas
a
mess,
I
swear
you
best
show
some
respect
or
else
I
guarantee
you'll
get
wet
(sho'nuff?)
You
fuckin'
with
us,
I
suggest
you
invest
in
a
vest
(ay)
- a
choppa
no
less
than
a
tech
You
niggas
want
trouble
in
that
I'm
the
best,
they
just
wanna
talk,
I
ain't
finna
do
that
(what?)
I
just
might
pull
up
wherever
you
at,
put
my
foot
in
your
ass
and
a
hole
in
your
hat
(BLAAAT!)
Ok,
hol'
up,
let
me
freezer
(okay),
these
niggas
must
have
caught
amnesia
(say
what?)
My
face
caught
in
these
streets
cuh
(ay),
all
credit,
no
Visa
(leh'go)
Excuse
me
shawty
don't
get
me
started
(what),
if
yo
shit
sick,
my
shit
retarded
(okay)
Motherfucker
can't
see
the
tree
but
before
I
get
wrong
get
shot
then
leave
'em
in
the
forest
Boom,
wait
til
the
end
of
the
Earth,
just
to
get
my
check,
interfere,
get
hurt
Hey,
first
thing
first,
this
what
I
do:
I'm
a
king
motherfucker
who
the
hell
are
you?
Check
suckas
off
top,
I
bet
I
do,
Hustle
Gang
in
it
bitch,
you
better
lay
down
fool
We
creme
de
la
creme
fuck
them
fuck
niggas,
top
shelf
upper
echelon
can't
fuck
with
us
(ay)
(2
CHAINZ!)
Uh,
pull
up
in
the
rari,
my
ho
beside
me
(ERRRT)
It's
a
two
seater,
your
bitch
can't
ride,
ho
I'm
sorry
(damn)
Let's
get
it
jumpin',
call
it
center
court
(ugh)
On
the
loud,
you
can
smell
that
scent
on
me
in
court
(tell
'em)
Just
beat
the
case,
call
it
Larry
Holmes
On
the
plane
with
your
bitch
and
a
carry
on
I
do
it
for
my
city,
then
I
fly
away
I
can
see
tomorrow,
I'm
so
high
today
I
told
'em
let's
pray,
I
keep
killin'
verses
(bap-bap)
Yo
bitch
with
me,
she
wearin'
killer
purses
Pull
out
that
seven
(yea),
MAC
eleven
(bap)
Pastor,
reverend
(hol'
up)
- Versace
heaven
La
Flame,
straight
up!
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