Story Behind The Song

Sirtay (one of my rap artists) describes himself in the streets of Atlanta while he sports heavy diamonds and platinum pieces that are bright enough to blind a blind man. He even mentions being so icy that many refer to him as Georgia Power (the power company of GA). ;}

Song Description

The Dirty South has developed a love for nice jewelry and many have to have it when persuing the game of rap. This songe is a shout out to all of those jewelry fanatics that love their bling bling and fancy things. Song gives a discription of the scene that values a frost out wrist and a diamond chain that hangs to the pelvis. Fun song that is melodic enough to stick in your mind for a a while. I sang it that way so it would provoke a sort of "grow-on-you" type atmosphere. I've gotten really cool responses from it in the clubs so I'm pleased.

Lyrics

I Know You Like This
Music Produced by Charles Everett
Lyrics Written by Sirtay (Corey Thomas)
Rap performed by Sirtay
Singing performed by Charles Everett

Chorus
Oooh I know you like this. Frost out shit cause my shit stay glistening.
Oooh I know you like this. True nigga with his balls and his word keep his shit so superb.
Repeat

1st Verse
I said oooh I know you like this. True nigga with his balls and his word keep his shit so superb. Shine so bright look like 12pm. Well you can call me Georgia Power, hell I?ll be them. I said oooh I know you like this. You can?t appraise this frost out shit. Test me. Hell, you get that frost bite shit. Catch me spinning at the light, old school drop top shit. Sitting up high cause that?s my level and you know I?m high on something. TI?s a pussy bumper, but I keep that pussy coming. Game for days, white teeth, low fade. Spit that game and knock him down. It?s me she paid. I said oooh, I know you like dis, different color rocks baby in my frost out wrist. Gatdamn, It looks like you deserve my dick. Sirtay and Chuck on the scene. Hey, cuff dat chick. I say?

Chorus

2nd Verse
I keep shit plushed out. I?m dressed in royal so you?re flushed out. Cause when I hit the scene girls jock. Can?t even close their mouth. Plenty schemes, lot chips, but see I ain?t worried bout a drought. I tell you why. Cause my nigga I stack plenty clout. Part of the struggle, push the hustle that?s within my veins. And I?ll click and bust a trick trying to get me for my thangs. I hustle hard to try and stack my fuckin money mane. I hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle. And jewelry a lot of shiny pieces I been iced ?em. Fall up in the mall don?t even worry bout ?em pricing ?em. Pricing ?em. Yall must don?t know about my dough. Like TI said, ?I?m serious.? I already had dough ho. I switch the game up baby. Put ice numbers in the Movado watch and changed it up baby. Maybe if you touch my shit. I?ll have to charge you baby. ATL bound, nigga I?m a Grady baby.

Chorus/Repeat
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