Since When lyrics

Artist  : Royal Fam 
Song : Since When



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[Timbo King, (Benny Boom)]



Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion



Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody
laughin



(Just for the money and the fame



These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name
up in this rap game)



Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion



Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody
laughin



(Just for the money and the fame



These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name
up in this rap game)







[Timbo King]



Fuck Versace, I rock fatigues, they must keep
up



I can't afford Armani cuz I'm payin for my
beeper



Donna Karen don't exist in my closet



I'd rather sport Royal garments, I'm here to harm
shit



Mosmimi, I never like it, it's too expensive



Somethin gots to give in this mother fuckin
business



I bring the truth, ain't nothin but the whole
truth



All you fashioned wack niggaz sellin dreams to
the youth



Need to quit it, Tommy Hillfiger get the
d-dick



Polo shirt get wilted, (yo, take that shit
off!)



Peace, to Karl Kani who kept it real from
Medina



Big up to black owner corporations



I drop rules and regulations



Shabazz Brothers, the head hunters



And plus Mecca for shinin like reflectors



Maurice Malone, he got it sewn like Fred



Buildin with Wu-Wear to fuck up your head!



I stalk MC's while the Foor Locker on my
sleeves



You talk about keys, I talk about peeps and the
young seeds



I think it's time for a makeover



Prepare for the Royal takeover, what?!







[Timbo King, (Benny Boom)]



Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion



Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody
laughin



(Just for the money and the fame



These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name
up in this rap game)



Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion



Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody
laughin



(Just for the money and the fame



These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name
up in this rap game)







[Benny Boom]



Fuck moet!



I sip the Polish Springs to make my tonsils
wet



On Heineken's I catch my rap wet



Too many MC's thinkin that they rap sendin



With them wack willy styles, lyrics and Alizay
big lendin



Always poppin cristal in your videos



When the camera passes



Commence the showin of them empty classes



In yoru scripts, you niggaz don't even know who
your are



In the tunnel, at the bar, tryin to play that
rappin superstar



Givin up props to the non-black people seems
outta place



Like criminals, Dominicans in Puerto Rico



Chillin with them niggaz that supplied the
attics



But I heard Colombians deal with real
mathematics



I did bullshit, dealin, fakin



Talkin bout them outta state dope deals you've
been makin



Are you ready for Timbo King and Benny Boom to
bring the ruff Royal ruckus



to all them trini-ass suckas



Peace to all my true lyricists



and made respect goes out to all the real
Brooklyn-ass mother fuckas!







[Timbo King, (Benny Boom)]



Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion



Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody
laughin



(Just for the money and the fame



These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name
up in this rap game)



Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion



Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody
laughin



(Just for the money and the fame



These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name
up in this rap game)