Heavy Hitters song by Kanye West from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Pop Rap, Conscious Hip-Hop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Heavy Hitters Meaning
| [[Intro: Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo’ life Heavy hitters fo’ life Mm, mm Mm-mm [Verse 1: Kanye West] You rappers think I give a fuck about the way that they spit Wanna be on my album, but don’t want me on they shit Everybody thought I was making a compilation I was really making myself they compe-tation Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game Bone girls on TV, so it’s All-Star trains Just picture, man (Uh-huh), no snitchin’, man (Uh-uh) Something for the fiends fresh out the kitchen, man Last 9/11, I was poor on the ave’, ’til I pluraled my math Now it’s Porsche 911 and I’m flooring the gas (Errr!) Got a lot of problems, money’s one that I not have (No more, ugh) Well, Dame look at how everybody changed Tell Jay that I’m ’bout to change the game Tell Biggs that we about to get paid All my niggas is ’bout to have it made This makes everything else sound played “Goddamn, Kanye!” (“Kanye! Kanye!”) Now hold up! Ain’t nobody messing with me, dog Now, you say it! (“Ain’t nobody messin’ with you at all!”) I told dude, “You can’t even rap on my interlude” Now, does that make me as rude as Jude? (“When the album coming out?”) Man, the people is asking Yamamoto, Adidas, he’s sick with the fashion You already got dough, so you spit for the passion (Ugh) The way you rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flashbacks And let’s not even bring up the tracks, man Nope, nope, let’s not do that, man You eating up the game like Pac-Man And got the whole world shaking just like crack fiends , [Chorus: Kanye West] Heavy hitters, fo’ life (Woo!) Roc-a-Fella is fo’ life Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up Throw your diamonds (Just let the beat ride out for a minute) [Interlude: GLC & Kanye West] Let’s take it there, take it there, man Champ ‘posed to be, GLC Can’t be the champ, you ugly GLC, where you at homie? [Verse 2: GLC] How many niggas you know that put their life on the line To get signed? Did a few high crimes, almost had lights-out After the sunshine, you thinking it might count How could I might doubt? Just look at my account I used to work at the mall with nothing at all Seeing niggas that ball, that shit was depressing Keep my clothes in the cleaners, I ain’t with the pressing When I copped them pounds, it was my best investments Dre got shot (Aww) and that taught me a lesson For stickin’ niggas up in them robbery masses Mask like Batman, minus the tight pants Would hit your baby momma, but her elbows is ashy (Uh-uh) Four different blues, man, your outfit is clashing (Ha!) You ain’t got no muscles, you weak, lame bastard (Haha) Man, look at your haircut Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, naw, your hair sucks How many niggas you know is really heavy hitters? ’87 Go-Getters, two hoes like John Ritter Even did it on his crime picture and yeah (Ugh, ugh, ugh) And offers to sell and yell, ugh , [Chorus: Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo’ life Roc-A-Fella is fo’ life Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up Throw your diamonds [Outro: Rude Jude] Yo, what up? This is Rude motherfuckin’ Jude A.K.A “The Tapioca Stroker” A.K.A “The J-Man” A.K.A “Rascal Lovato” A.K.A “That guy” Think about it Now I- I’m over here chillin’ with Kanye ’cause we got a lot in common, you know what I’m sayin’? He got a unique style, I got a style of my own I’ve been listening to the radio and shit and I’ve been hearing a lot of high pitch singy songs on the background I’m like, yo, “Yo, Kanye, that’s your shit, that’s your shit!” He’s like, “Nah dawg” So you you don’t gotta be a mathematician or a muhfucking marine biologist to figure this shit out Motherfuckers is bitin’ So please, do yourself and everybody else a favor Take that style that you had Put it in an UPS package and send it back to Kanye’s house ’cause he want his style back] |
