Come Alive

Yeah, come alive y'all, let's do it like this Right here boy Sinn on the mic y'all, soundin' wonderful Las Vegas stand up, come on We gotta do it like this Been a long time comin', but we gon' run it Hello, it's your friendly neighborhood street dweller Pimp hand stay strong, don't make me slap a fella' High like them notes belted by the late great Ella It's Sinn on the mic from the 90's rap era Twist the top off some liquor concoct the perfect mixture It's like that nigga Kobe, this the raw shit I'ma give ya Straight from the metropolis of lights and greed Crap tables and fine women, not to mention the heat It's the beast from the dirty east side of The Strip Dealin' with Vegas behavior, thugs, bloods, and crips When we walk up in the club with mean mugs, and dubs I walk out the next morning hungover and buzzed Everyday I wake up with these rhythms in my head So I grab my pen and paper, it's a rap like Ahkmed Make the jam like Ted, the work ethic is sick Keep two balls up in my drawers for fake niggas and chicks So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs' Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma Yeah, come alive y'all The streets is gon' love it, you're surely gon' bump it In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public I'ma give you all or nothing, and all that you can stomach, when I Uh, come alive Carry the weight alone, you can hear my knees crack Got a short temper and fuse, you need to ease back, relax Cause I don't wanna use what's in my closet Run them streets like M. Douglas, like yep, your boy's lost it To you talentless cats your fifteen is up I know my shit is hot, no need to rock the nuts Give me some Henny and a Dutch and watch a nigga get loose So bent, I'll fuck a bitch as big as Bruce, Bruce Think that I'm lyin', I'll have that big girl cryin' Work a sweat so big and thick, it's better than an Atkins diet Stand behind the mic with a hope and a dream The foundation is laid, no one disrespects the team Bring all the tough guys that you think you can bring I'll bring the bitch out them niggas like they sportin' a G-string So make a decision, dawg, the fist or the gat This a no win situation, either way you're laid flat So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs' Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma Yeah, come alive y'all The streets is gon' love it, you surely gon' bump it In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public I'ma give you all or nothing, or all that you can stomach when I, Uh, come alive Peace to all the freaks that come out at night I got a number you can hit when you feed for the pipe Smokers that need a light, I got it in my front pocket Holla at me when you see me, best believe we can spark it My style is remarkable, son, ask about me It's the nigga from the field in high school was gettin' rowdy Roll with the thick team, ain't a damn thing changed Except I got a couple tracks and a little rap name Never trippin' off the fame because I'ma stay grounded Can't slip it in the ride if it don't keep my twelves pound in' I'm a fiend for the bass like Clay D and Magic Mike It's a hit when I spit, put it on wax like candlelight Rough ride without the bike, ask your dame or your wife She be grippin' my shit tight as I be holdin' my mic Drink kids, shift ribs, work all kinds of positions My duty to please the booty till she falls into submission So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs' Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma Come alive, y'all The streets is gon' love it, you're surely gon' bump it In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public I'ma give you all or nothing, all that you can stomach when I Come alive So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs' Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma Come alive, y'all The streets is gon' love it, you're surely gon' bump it In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public I'ma give you all or nothing, or all that you can stomach, when I Come alive Yeah, and that's how we do it Draz on the beat, and me in the booth Las Vegas, it ain't a joke, son It's for real Uh, keep your ears peeled Man, I ain't got nothin' else to say, man That's it