Onion Head Lyrics
| Song | Onion Head |
| Artist | Sean Price |
| Artist | Tek |
| Album | Monkey Barz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Price, Tyson, Williams | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Bitch harm me, the swiss army knife in my hand | |
| Know that shit corny, but it can end the life of ya fam | |
| Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your face | |
| Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you stand | |
| Gotta, dime bitch that live in Japan | |
| Black belts, suck dick, chop bricks with her hand | |
| Arigato, Sean Price slick like el gato | |
| Three piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cute | |
| Might, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit | |
| Smack the other half, after trial | |
| Plead the fifth, y'all niggaz plead the eighth | |
| Don't leave your face fucked up, now your knees is scraped, I'm buggin' | |
| E-pills, mushrooms, and dust | |
| Got that nigga Sean Price in the mood to bust | |
| Sean P., the motherfuckin' all time great | |
| New York, the M.C. nigga, the all rhyme state | |
| (Chorus: Tek (Sean Price)) | |
| From, coast to coast, he traveled the land | |
| Left footprints in grains of sand, it's | |
| (Sean P) the soldier of force, the magnum deliver | |
| In his presence, holding rappers for shiver | |
| It's (Sean P), the six ' one, weighing an even 200 | |
| Lord help you if you double stacked up and blunted | |
| It's (Sean P), under rated, best in the game | |
| Allow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya name (Sean P) | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Motherfuckers ain't as nice as me | |
| And if they is, they wouldn't been Sean | |
| That's fucked up for you, you should of been on | |
| Rappin' again, punk rappers need to grab up a pen | |
| Write some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness begin | |
| Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, rhyming for dough | |
| No partners, just P, I'm lightin' the show | |
| Niggaz said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreads | |
| But I'm the nicest nigga out duke, fuck what you said | |
| Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone | |
| So when I punch you in the head, the shit'll dent up your dome | |
| Niggaz runnin' up, askin' bout Rock, I send y'all wacks to heaven | |
| Motherfucker, ask God about 'Pac | |
| Ask about B.I.G., motherfucker ask about Pun | |
| Gangsta rappers can't fight, so they rap about guns one | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Price, Tyson, Williams | |
| Sean Price | |
| Bitch harm me, the swiss army knife in my hand | |
| Know that shit corny, but it can end the life of ya fam | |
| Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your face | |
| Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you stand | |
| Gotta, dime bitch that live in Japan | |
| Black belts, suck dick, chop bricks with her hand | |
| Arigato, Sean Price slick like el gato | |
| Three piece suit in the booth, ain' t shit cute | |
| Might, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit | |
| Smack the other half, after trial | |
| Plead the fifth, y' all niggaz plead the eighth | |
| Don' t leave your face fucked up, now your knees is scraped, I' m buggin' | |
| Epills, mushrooms, and dust | |
| Got that nigga Sean Price in the mood to bust | |
| Sean P., the motherfuckin' all time great | |
| New York, the M. C. nigga, the all rhyme state | |
| Chorus: Tek Sean Price | |
| From, coast to coast, he traveled the land | |
| Left footprints in grains of sand, it' s | |
| Sean P the soldier of force, the magnum deliver | |
| In his presence, holding rappers for shiver | |
| It' s Sean P, the six ' one, weighing an even 200 | |
| Lord help you if you double stacked up and blunted | |
| It' s Sean P, under rated, best in the game | |
| Allow me to tell these onion heads, what' s ya name Sean P | |
| Sean Price | |
| Motherfuckers ain' t as nice as me | |
| And if they is, they wouldn' t been Sean | |
| That' s fucked up for you, you should of been on | |
| Rappin' again, punk rappers need to grab up a pen | |
| Write some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness begin | |
| Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, rhyming for dough | |
| No partners, just P, I' m lightin' the show | |
| Niggaz said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreads | |
| But I' m the nicest nigga out duke, fuck what you said | |
| Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone | |
| So when I punch you in the head, the shit' ll dent up your dome | |
| Niggaz runnin' up, askin' bout Rock, I send y' all wacks to heaven | |
| Motherfucker, ask God about ' Pac | |
| Ask about B. I. G., motherfucker ask about Pun | |
| Gangsta rappers can' t fight, so they rap about guns one | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Price, Tyson, Williams | |
| Sean Price | |
| Bitch harm me, the swiss army knife in my hand | |
| Know that shit corny, but it can end the life of ya fam | |
| Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your face | |
| Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you stand | |
| Gotta, dime bitch that live in Japan | |
| Black belts, suck dick, chop bricks with her hand | |
| Arigato, Sean Price slick like el gato | |
| Three piece suit in the booth, ain' t shit cute | |
| Might, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit | |
| Smack the other half, after trial | |
| Plead the fifth, y' all niggaz plead the eighth | |
| Don' t leave your face fucked up, now your knees is scraped, I' m buggin' | |
| Epills, mushrooms, and dust | |
| Got that nigga Sean Price in the mood to bust | |
| Sean P., the motherfuckin' all time great | |
| New York, the M. C. nigga, the all rhyme state | |
| Chorus: Tek Sean Price | |
| From, coast to coast, he traveled the land | |
| Left footprints in grains of sand, it' s | |
| Sean P the soldier of force, the magnum deliver | |
| In his presence, holding rappers for shiver | |
| It' s Sean P, the six ' one, weighing an even 200 | |
| Lord help you if you double stacked up and blunted | |
| It' s Sean P, under rated, best in the game | |
| Allow me to tell these onion heads, what' s ya name Sean P | |
| Sean Price | |
| Motherfuckers ain' t as nice as me | |
| And if they is, they wouldn' t been Sean | |
| That' s fucked up for you, you should of been on | |
| Rappin' again, punk rappers need to grab up a pen | |
| Write some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness begin | |
| Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, rhyming for dough | |
| No partners, just P, I' m lightin' the show | |
| Niggaz said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreads | |
| But I' m the nicest nigga out duke, fuck what you said | |
| Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone | |
| So when I punch you in the head, the shit' ll dent up your dome | |
| Niggaz runnin' up, askin' bout Rock, I send y' all wacks to heaven | |
| Motherfucker, ask God about ' Pac | |
| Ask about B. I. G., motherfucker ask about Pun | |
| Gangsta rappers can' t fight, so they rap about guns one | |
| Chorus |
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