Hit-Boy ft. Nipsey Hussle – Alert Lyrics
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
You ain’t felt this shit since The Chronic
New king of this beat shit, I’m the hardest
Just being honest
You ain’t got a Grammy, nigga, don’t comment
This is my HS87 promise, I go crazy killer retarded
When I touch the beat and get started, Barry Bonds it
And I hit these hoes with the peace sign
Nigga, As-alaykum salaam it
Boy, you better get your work up
Been the same niggas since surf club
Stay putting on for that best side
I’mma make sure that they heard us
I know what it is
These niggas ain’t real, tell the truth ’bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what’s the deal?
I know what it is
Y’all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y’all was missing that G shit
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
You ain’t felt this shit since The Chronic
I’m out here on my Pac shit
She out here on her fake devils
Niggas still on that fraud shit
Selling out all of my concerts
Breaking bread with my dos, shit
Repeat the steps till we all rich
Repeat the steps till we all rich
I’m getting that change
Sitting on deuces, riding on straps
One part of my brain was like
“Hussle, get to it, just sign on your name”
Probably play, I really came up from running from grace
Stunting on stage, just busting my blaze for ??
I know what it is
These niggas ain’t real, tell the truth ’bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what’s the deal?
I know what it is
Y’all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y’all was missing that G shit
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Young west side niggas screaming we don’t give a fuck
Niggas, throw your dubs up
Young west side niggas screaming we don’t give a fuck
Niggas, throw your dubs up
Look, I don’t waste time, I take mine
From the state line to Boston
New York to Austin, from bass line out to??
Try me, I go postal
This the shit the OG opposed to
And I’m merking this ‘cause I’m supposed to
Steady mining in this bitch, I got my crew with me
Life is good, my name is Chancy, I’m the new Pimp C
Musically you see movie scenes with this on
Magazines we twist on
Eyes low when I’m gone, give me some more
You wanna hit the splif, come
Let me welcome everybody to the wild wild west
We ain’t even gotta ask, bitch, I’m high, high yes
I know what it is
These niggas ain’t real, tell the truth ’bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what’s the deal?
I know what it is
Y’all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y’all was missing that G shit
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
Y’all was missing that G-shit
You ain’t felt this shit since the chronic
HS87, HS87
HS87 on the screen
HS87, HS87
HS87 on the screen