Young Rome Lyrics

Album: Food For Thought

Clap Lyrics

(feat. Rufus Blaq)

 Just show a little flesh 

 Let me see a little flesh (mami, mami)

 Just show a little flesh

 Let me see a little flesh (mami, mami)

 Just show a little flesh

 Let me see a little flesh

 

 [Rome Rap 1:]

 I’m so hood and I cant change

 Rip blocks from Venice

 All the way to Fullton to Saint James

 LA to BK

 Young Rome and I’m serious

 Born hustler more clever then my nemesis

 Pop bottles like I’m Michael Jordon in the 90’s

 Six ring all I do is big things

 Fall sickin

 My taste

 Big ass, small waist

 Flawless face

 Really don’t matter the race

 Cause we all black as soon as the lights go out

 If the head good I might show out

 If its right I’m tight like a feen

 When dis pipe blow out

 The fifth ward

 Let a psycho out

 Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out

 What’s that glow, mami ice no doubt

 Rhinestone never

 We have conference calls with Jacob

 Been like this ever since I got my cake up

 Pick up the dirt off the concrete and shake up

 Been caring my timbs since B2K break up

 I’m like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mailman

 One word that don’t compete in my brains is failing man

 

 [Chorus]

 Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you ma

 Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

 Let your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi man

 Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

 

 [Rome Rap 2:]

 We bag more then broads

 We bag cities

 You can have those hood rats with those t-bag tities

 Rome gotta like him I’m slappin these dudes silly

 Rip the nerve out your body that don’t feel me

 I rock the party like Bizzy B in his prime

 I’m cool as an AC I’m not Busta Rhymes

 No disrespect but I’m smooth as a Jazz artist

 But live as the Roots

 Homey I’m beyond the hottest

 I’m not a star

 I’m the sun

 Not #2

 I am the 1

 I am not a rose

 I am the gun

 And I spit for the half niggas sleep on cots

 Started from nothing 

 Dreaming of boats and yachts

 Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop sleepin

 Got on my grizzle and kept bizzy

 Got my mind right, money right

 Never tricked

 Chicks mad cause i’m tight

 Cheap as a birds language

 I aint the one mami

 

 [Chorus]

 Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you ma

 Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

 Let your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi man

 Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

 

 [Rufus Blaq Rap:]

 Man I done seen it all

 Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs

 With po-po, pepper stray, bully sticks

 Broads impressed with this willy shit

 Think willy’s a trick?

 Have Diddy sippin on Cris on some silly shit

 I don’t drink from yellow bottles

 I like my liquor brown as just jo

 Hold a grudge no

 I erase enemy’s like Bubba fat

 Take stars to ball

 Clap like the grammy awards

 Down hits, seven up

 Spit hit, seven up

 Missed seven enough

 Shredem up

 Setem up, wetem up

 Shock wont letem up

 Hittem twice more cause he aint dead enough

 Call me iron man

 Think I’m sexy now

 You should see me in my boxer

 You think my flow is obnoxious 

 I got old donuts in my refrigerator

 Harder then you

 You niggas know how we do

 What bitch!!!

 

 [Repeat Chorus]