BBS lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
This that gold BBS flow
Plastic Nike Air tags on your original 4s
Niggas done z'd on ya mans and I'm rollin a O
Leave 'em sleep, I don't need them suckers listening to me
Pack the bong full with everything except the kitchen sink
Underneath which I keep a set of Andis clippers
I can fix my lining up 'fore we go over by them bitches
A quick little something, can't get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror
Type of dilemmas I'll never hinder my jet living
We just chillin so don't come around here, fake-toughing
Running off the women, bossed up, all us
Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up
The fuck you thought this was, dawg
I'm a trill muthafucka after all
Haters is dressed as safety nets encouraging my fall
Won't catch me there but you can catch me on air, when my new shit premier
At whatever media outlet decides to play it fair
Fuck playing dead, pimpin', I'mma play the bear
Grizzly, seriously, Fishburne turn, flip styles furiously
This that 70s' Soul Green, Al chemistry
Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees
Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they bitches
I be cooking these bird ass hoes, running circles round em
They rotisserie chickens, love gotta shovel in her hand
I see you diggin, strike gold, build yo own coffin with it; dead ass
Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense
The telly's for the ones I was just fucking
The crib's for the one I was gon' get right back with
Its easy to get tangled in the stars; spangled
Mangled in the night life, living out my bars; dangerous
Yeah
The Type lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Fool
Yeah, yeah
Jet Life
Yeah
Not yet, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Yeah
Ugh!
Let the lil' homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut—
Same way I came up
All my triple-O's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous
That's where I gained this cool
Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make twos
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels, Chester Copperpot, waddling in the wishing well
Evidence niggas done failed trying to get close to the Jet code
But it will never be deciphered by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite the driver, '63 Impala
Bad bitch, chain steering wheel, guidance
I'm out the window sky-watching
Plotting, as usual—that's what I'm doing when I quiet
Can't remember shorty name, but she had that loud pack
That other night in Tallahassee, and I thank her for that
Fine, freaky, sending snaps with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture-mailing that she horny
But love, I'm tryna fuck with this money
Yeah
Get this money
Jet Life, I'm tryna get this money
Ugh
[Curren$y (Prodigy):]
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals (Uh-huh)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats (Ugh)
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up (Uh-uh)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
That don't bury the axe (Yeah)
Say what, say what?
We the type of people that don't bury the
(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)
We the type of people that don't bury the
(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold that (Yeah)
Like B-boys bust gats
(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals)
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up (Ugh)
(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals, we the type of people that don't)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
[Prodigy:]
(Yeah that's what I'm talking 'bout)
Ayo, Curren$y, let me hold it down real quick, son
(That's right, yeah, that's right)
Ayo, Al, check this out right here, man
Like this (Pour me a cup, pour me another cup, son)
(You never heard no shit like this before, man)
I said
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We're the type of people that don't bury the hatch (Hold up)
We bust raps like we bust these gats (Pow)
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too
We bust raps like we bust these gats (Right now)
We the type of people that don't bury the hatch', hold up (My nigga)
We bust raps like we bust these Gats (You gotta go in right now)
We're the type of people Chevies and GMC's (Get these niggas, son, get these niggas)
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Fuck it, it's the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart
Can't get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man
It come with the territory: Take the good with the bad
Throw the dice, watch them tumble, where they land—so be it
E'erything is not strategic; sometimes we risk our life
Sometimes we risk our love, our money, and our freedom
That bullshit, we feed it, to see if you gonna eat it
In New York, we manipulate naïve dummies
We beat you on the head, it's just game we be running sometime
But most of the time, we don't play
They can't figure us out—we like it that way (We like it that way)
The road to the riches so long our feet catch blisters
All these crabs in the bucket, pull you down tryna get up
Every man for theyself, every woman want bags and shoes
We the type of people that'll find you
Yeah, know that
Stop fronting, you doing a lot of fronting right now
You know what I'm saying?
Make me come to your fucking crib, nigga
Right at your doosrtep, like, "Good morning!"
[Curren$y:]
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
[Prodigy:]
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people that don't bury the hatch (Hold up)
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too
Blood Sweat And Gears lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Fiend)
[Curren$y:]
Fuck around and lay around
Yeah
I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Those—
Yeah
I'm talkin' to—
Take this opportunity to roll up
Get your grinders
Yeah, yeah
Fuck around and lay around
Locate your lighters
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me tell you something
Uh
Laced David Robinson's, Wally moccasins
Matte black paint, polished rims
The fuck you said? I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood, sweat, and gears, life in between the racing strips
We break day every night
Alternative lifestyle, I ain't looking for a pussy, boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she's still a Jet miss (Fuck around and lay around)
Give her directions to the telly and a checklist
Arriving shortly with the items I requested (I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too)
Reinforced the frame with that jive nigga repellant (You guys know who I'm talkin' to)
My new plane, maintain the smoke
Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk
Eyeball you a lil' something, I ain't the weed man though
But if you give me fifteen minutes, I'll call my folks, he'll be at the door
Connectin' four marine batteries on one side of the trunk
To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps (Fuck around and lay around)
It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump
You already know, I ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner
Your bitch stay talkin' and you steady eavesdroppin' (Let me tell you something)
[Fiend:]
Rolling trees [?] do something for you
No matter what you be goin' through
Uh, ayy
Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets, I roam, mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like treadin' water in the ocean, who's panickin'?
I'm dope, sudden move is drug traffickin' (Fuck around and lay around)
Tell I'm gettin' dough, I'm getting fat again
What I'd do to hear my loved ones laugh again
Say, love, go and give me your math again
Got a movie later on you'll be actin' in (Let me tell you something)
Life is like free throws, some things you gon' miss, some things you make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape' time travel machine
It can get you there faster, but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I'd never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush, not sess
Why cry? I'm blessed
I'll lend you the bail out
The ones I call my Tank Dogs in the jail house
Jets smoking in the club on tour (Fuck around and lay around)
Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour
I'm je m'appelle International Jones
And Louis scarf down the west smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final
Life of Richie Rich, first name not Lionel
International Jones
Curren$y the Spitta
Alchemist my nigga
Italian life, go figure (Fuck around and lay around)
Life Instructions lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Smoke Dza)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Real life situations
Real events in Jet Life
Berner say he got some shit gon' get a nigga eighth grade high
We in LA
Shit, already, we rollin' up right now
Alc' in here just chillin'
Uh
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked, my man
Kick it on your street like bad Chris and them garbage cans
Aw, man, them bitches think I'm balling
So they behaving differently when I be in New Orleans
I'm falling back off 'em, they crawling back on him
Not half way complaining, just making a true statement
Which quite basically is what's missing from this game we in
Create the world in which you trying to live in, kid
Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doing bids
But best believe I bring 'em with me anywhere I is
What a hater say'll never affect the way that I live
Or where I go, just make me fuck they bitches in they crib (Uh)
The game I got was raw and given to him by Slim
Referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs
Make sure I don't park out in the street, but don't get too close to the curb
Jet Life too high for them birds
Ayo
[Smoke DZA:]
Yeah
Uh
Right
Big doobies rolled up, you know how we do
Snow Beach 'Lo like Rae wore in '92
Rugbies all flavors, lime green Rod Lavers
Touring the world, getting paid off the talent God gave us
I'm parlaying, Marley's got me smacked
Twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded
Niggas hated, now they all trying to get in
All the slick talk, I know you ain't really mean it
Sleeping on the kid, I hoped the bed was Posturepedic
Begging for a verse, I'm like, "Cocksucker, beat it"
What's your budget like? Go 'head and find a way
You trying to get in the loop, I make 'em pay to ride the wave
Jet Life, it sucks to be you
Trying to get swag, you gotta purchase this cool
Right
Out
What up, Spitta?
Smoke Break lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?
Well, how many people in the house tonight smoking on some of that light green chronic?
Chillin', inhalin' chronic smoke
Can we get a moment of silence—
Chillin'
Well, how many people in the house tonight—
You should be rollin' up by now
Yeah
Locate your lighters
Prime time
It's mister go left on a bitch who can't find her right mind
I'm squeakin' past a yellow light doin' sixty-five
Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints, traffic eyes in the sky
I'm kind of high, but you dumb twisted
I'm used to that killer shit, so I maintain my pimpin'
While you over-highed and slizzered
And I'm laughin' at you slippin'
And your bitch feelin' disgusted and miserable
She like, why she even here with you?
I'm puttin' air in my inner tubes
Black mags on my Haro hangin' from the wall
The allure of my home decor got these girls trippin'
And frequently speakin' of return visits
A time machine, my lyrics
And the same thing for my garage, dog, did you see what I just put in it?
We tryna compete with them NASCARs, you noticin'
And the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
The style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Ayo
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?
This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Jet Life, Jet Life
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah
Scottie Pippen lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Go get your lighters
Showin' no signs of letting up
Still kick you in the head like I think you on the verge of gettin' up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander
Deadly venom-spitting, niggas just a salamander
I'm living a life worthy of capturing on camera, documented
How one of the last live ones did it
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no simpin'
How I fucked 'em to sleep
How I rolled up out the building when I was finished, keep it G
Them niggas not original, they muh'fuckin' House of Mirrors
Not quite the image
I'm on that Popeye spinach, Mama mai-tai sippin'
She loves a square nigga, but now she trying something different
Windy City Bulls, Mitchell & Ness wool jackets, some sweats and Scottie Pippens
My description, high off that fuzzy, green prescription
Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't; if you lookin' for that nigga, I is him
All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing
[Curren$y (Freddie Gibbs):]
Yeah, yeah
(Ugh)
(For sure)
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Ugh, reporting live from the Devil's palace (Yeah)
Breakfast, had two titties, two blunts and a turkey-bacon sandwich (Yuh)
Two seasoned eggs and grape jelly, my hoes stay ready (Ugh)
Pop that pussy then pulled off in my Pontiac on Pirellis
'82 edition, spotless Bonnie squattin' on sixes (Ugh)
Rather be countin' stacks than stuck in the county, washin' the dishes (Nah)
Or washing drawers in the pen; got two zones of soft and some Hen'
I had go pay the correct correctional officer to walk 'em in
Bail money on deck, come at my neck (Yeah)
Bless that boy 'cause that same place him test is where he slept
I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber (Yeah)
The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher
Stay with the purp out of pee-zo, stay smackin' these geekers' needles
Stay runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the Eagles
Randall, Donovan, or Michael, 'fore I picked up this mic
I was hittin' licks with some Lords and did dirt with plenty Disciples
I'm gangbang affiliated (Ugh), federal-investigated, self-educated
All my co-conspirators catchin' cases (Yeah)
I dropped straight out of college, and I majored in home invasion
Believe, I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
Leave faces with alterations, the closed-casket console (Yeah)
Tryna make a million dollars, fuck a million downloads
But if that equal the same, then slice that up and give me my change
I made a lane up in this game so niggas got' remember the name:
Gangsta Gibbs, ho! Two bitches cooking in the crib, ho (Yeah)
Still push a bucket, but I ride it like a Benz, ho (Yeah)
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slangin' raps, from slangin' weight (Ugh)
Said that Fred the new-age Brad, bitch, call me Baby Face Killa
Ugh, ugh
Ventilation lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
White carpet in my Scarface house
No undergarments on my Scarface spouse
My Elvira twisting that reefer and delivering that dough
To the front door like a pizza carryin
Her own weight financially, she don't need me
She just in love with a real nigga, continuously weeded
At my undisclosed __cpLocation
[?] reading up on V-12 engines
And the greatest strains this season
And I grind for that very reason
The toxic air that I'm breathing leave the average man weakened
Watermarks still on the houses as I drive by em
Crack the sunroof, let a cloud out it, trill shit
Next time I vacate, I'm bringing all my cars on the plane with me
We gon' show our folks how to make them millions
Grappling hooks, scaling the building
Rap with no hooks, I'm high how is you feelin
Captain Hook whilin' and sailin'
Though no stealin'
That shit hurt, I know the feeling
These niggas'll borrow your style like
You wasn't about to do nothing with it
That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
And people I ain't got to name 'cause they was probably here
Getting high with me
If y'all don't know where to put it at, then don't ride with it
'Cause they'll try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city
In the hood, ain't no love or no pity
Looking for charity? That dog don't hunt, don't come in the woods with it
Double 07 lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see it through
Fuck all y'all
Yeah
Lames catch feelings
We catch flights
Fool
Yeah
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Yeah
Shelter from the rain in a parked car, chopping game, modifying my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in Negril whippin' the '96 Range
It's insane how fast they let you drive in them narrow lanes
My independence remain
'Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my peace of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin' debt to these whack niggas
You call them raps, that's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin', yeah, jack, Spitta snap
Long flight, turbulence bad
Baggage claim tags
Car service rolling grass
007, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams, my nigga, we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence, dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole 'nother level, roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession, them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me 'less you sleeping, nigga, Freddy vs. Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement, your worst nightmare in the making
Yeah, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah
Success Is My Cologne lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
Yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Uh
Knowing I'ma look cool in them black and white pictures when they talk about
Underground rappers getting high and making history
I'm sick and tired of these niggas claiming that they as sick as me
They lying, I checked your chart, your file saying you soft
Something fishy, ho nigga, you more bass then boss
Off the boat, small fries and stowaways get tossed
Can't party on the shore with us, fool
Get your floaties up, kiddy pool, niggas ain't really that cool
Can't follow these moves, you need more expensive shoes
Working out, smoking strong on a week long cruise
Bonfire with these bitches, singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge
Call my ex bitch who did that foul shit, fuck her brains out, and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style, ain't no love
Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my tracks, don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script, though I'm improvising a bit
Same as my OGs, but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
Deadstock, tissue in the box, elephant print
On my Flint 13s, no retro, 3M reflective
Your bitch type reckless in my DM's
Sexting, trying to see him
Smoke a J where he being
But I've got no time for company
I'm building one of them, honey
I know that's why you want me
Success is my cologne, I spray that bottle all on me
Yeah
Full Metal lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Brother hasn't been dead for long
Look, there's still some color in his face
His soul is probably still at the gate
I just have to pull it back
The same way he did
Uh
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like
Noon time, Alaska on the turnpike
Maneuvering mind, GT5, my nerves is ice
And I wouldn't change none of it in hindsight, believe this
'Cause if I wouldn't have been that, then I wouldn't be this
Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
Walkin' the walk and runnin' over them haters
Outline it in chalk, that conversation is deaded
'Cause I'm living for the loot and you wasn't talkin' no bread, bitch (I just have to pull it back)
Cake all layer-ish, player all Himalay-erish, got the 420 vision
Rollin' doobies up, rollin' doobies up, up in the incision
Moroccan furnishings, projection screen built in my ceiling
I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really living
This Jet Life, tennis shoes and tuxedos
Them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin' mosquitoes
Don't work, they just cry and whine (I just have to pull it back)
Fuckin' pinot grigio, you need to get on your grind (The same way he did for me)
Stack a stack of dead people that done done some presidential time
For that cash, I brung a claim tag, this is mine
Fuck you doin' with that dough?
AZ holdin' the baby, peepin' the whole scene, I'm 'bout to blow
You know?
I just have to pull it back
Daze Of Thunder lyrics - Curren$y
I'm in that '77 Glasshouse, Kelly greenin'
Rims wit da nice lips, Angelina's
Jolie, roll me another sticky steamer
Got them bitches pressed like I brung them to the cleaners
Fool don't lie, you ain't never seen him in person
You just heard about them tracks he be murking
'Bout them hoes I be working
Light one up for the pimp
Got a yellow bone bitch rolling weed, serving grits
You know curly head Amanda, ain't she from Atlanta
Condo on Peachtree, roommate named Pamela
In love with her body
Girl, don't sweat them little love handles
That's where I put my hands at
When I snatch you up to ram you
Ask your BFF about what happened when she passed through
Baffled by the castle, mind unraveled
Say the smoke was amazing and the bed, life magical
Fuck your homegirl good and let that news get back to you
Now it's like you have to too, curiosity
Sprung that pussycat to the house with me and I killed it
Suckers hate the jet life because they not allowed to live it
Fool I'm dead serial, killer fucking serious
Nigga this is personal, you can't get no whiff of this
I rolled this shit myself and I'm a smoke it 'til the end of it
I burn it half way down and put a clip behind my ear, you bitch
Either way a square ain't saying he got high with me today
Frito-Lay chip motorcycle coppers trying see
What exit I take off the interstate so they could follow
But I ain't tripping, I got it like money in my pocket
And a clip next to my license that confirm that I'm a pilot
I'm stumbling across da red carpet, laughing, spilling bottles
You stuck in your hotel suite, waiting on you stylist
You can't get dressed without him, because you got no inner fly-dom
Showed up like "Where the hoes at?"
Fool, they all at my room
Ad-miring that ass
I'm a smoke to that before I tell you to get in the bed and arch your back
Smooth raps served chill, musical Cognac
Audio dope, surround sound, crack, all that
The sun roof top in a diamond
Though not on a Cadillac, because I'm a Chevy driver
I been all over the map, my home at the bottom
Winter hot like summer, big chrome, skinny rubber
Rust bucket, I spent 1500 on that motherfucker
Another 30 racks restoring that motherfucker
40 say "You got a bad bitch, better tuck her," like Chris
Bay love bumping Mac Dre on the way to get some paper
Haters is mad we get high and get rich, ain't slowing down for nothing
George Kush the button
Like "What do this do, fuck it, here goes nothing."
Your man's is something, else
Class by himself, high, off radar, stealth
For the love of the jets, until it's nothing left
You ain't got no gas, go over there and siphon some of theirs
Game cold, Frigidaire, though it's fair
No choice for us to play, so you might as well win, mane
They say it ain't everything, but that's that loser talk
So ask them, mane
Rain Delay lyrics - Curren$y
Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers
To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out
N Red got back his beach cruiser
I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay
This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
My eyes and my windows open halfway
I'm livin in a matinee early
See me tho fashionably late and you nervous
Mad outta place
You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face
And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake
And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate
Fall in like rain
Befriended and betrayed
All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs
And it was all good jus a week ago
Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up
When you shoulda been on yo toes
Stay high
Kill em with the flow
These new, fresha than yo easter clothers
I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own
So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes
Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs
Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone
Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in
It goes down like nails if you frail
Jet fuel
Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube
Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food
Alan from the sky foo
8:50
Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers
Mother natures cryin
Harmonizin
Homicide ridin on these tracks
Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky
Them niggas was lunchin
Slippin
Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "
My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga
This here is a digital track
(W) rap on these bitches
On computers like laptop stickas
Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin
Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin
High velocity
I'm high off broccoli
In Cali with a license, got plants on property
Watchin me
Tryna copy me
Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"
But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants
His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land
Ain't that grand?
I got pounds of weed and a plan
To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...
Ah man
Bad weather
And that shelter won't help ya
Sink, swim or swelter
Temperature risin, so is the water level
Where is u niggas hidin
On.. lyrics - Curren$y
Spit that clean shit
Hand sanitizer my saliva
Niggas thinking they bitches in the blind
But she got her on mind to follow
Decision easily made, one of these don't belong
Me and four lames on the same page
Alco fresh out the paint shop
Polo green krsipy kreme glazed clear coated
8 times over high roller stoned rolling half way home
Until I realized I left my phone by this shone
I was just boning
Slipping on my pimping gotta get back to her crib before she realize what I did
And go to finger picking
Trying contact my other women
Shit them hoes do when they feel like they entitled to position
That's why I play them close but from a distance
If you can dig it
Damn near in love with all them hoes when I'm with'em
But once I put on my clothes, spray my cologne
Darted for the front door
Jet life jet wise respect I got to go
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
Nigga... yea
Trophy Case lyrics - Curren$y
(You are watching a master at work)
Put the cheat code in, I brung my homie back to the game
I done that, I'll sign for the blame
Name on the side of the plane Jets Fool dot dot dot
Which ensues the reign will be continued
Flight Club from the display case we cop gym shoes
Living as any other grown kid would do
Remembering being 10, looking at OGs roll down the street wishing I was them
I super-ceded it, previous genius they see Spitta they tip they brims
My role perfected, my money invested, interest collectin'
My collection of Chevrolets doubled
502 big block, anabolic steroid
That's motor car muscle, its running word to mother
Running like the little man on my Play Cloths duffle
King of the jungle, bear with us you niggas is Snuggle
Yeah, til the next life
Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life
The Return to the Winner's Circle, fool
Empire Monopoly lyrics - Curren$y
Watchin boardwalk empire feelin inspired you can take it all over if you just tried it
So I tried it liked it got addicted to the square footages and home insurances
Best way to get to it is the self way do it for thou like what better time then right now
Bendin corners on these blocks makin my rounds. Highed up. Baby girl love the way that I get down
This dat headband got a nigga royally high scratch headband we gone have to call this a crown
Paint water wet on the chevy might drown so fresh it almost wasn't ready
When you get yo shot make sure you aim steady
'Cause suckas gunnin fa yo spot the jack boys drew a bullseye on yo drop and you was still on da car lot
Them niggas ain't givin a fuck young killas ain't rememberin ya or respectin what you done in them streets
They just focused on themselves comin up some pimpin gorillas some chimps some chumps
Monkey shit in occasions those not actin they ages got the story first hand from my incarcerated scarfaces speakin in coded language on visitation
In no form am I a criminal but never was sure what my friends was gettin into
DVD title menu on the flat for 4 hours because fell asleep beneath the sour
In the crib yo bitch want me to take her like a shower
No one man should have all dat
Frost lyrics - Curren$y
Jet Life, that's all, playa
Fresh weed in a glass jar, playa
Not the body, Vampire Slayer
Pull up strains like the guitar player
John Mayer, body shaking, body snatcher
Undertaker, come pick the track up, cause this was a massacre
Spitta done beat the beat right side, left, and everywhere but backwards
Holy mackerel, I'm low in the Malibu two-door, listening to Dizzee Rascal
Right up your avenue, fly as a parachute, high as a paratroop-er
Before he deployed
You ain't a D-boy, you's a fuckin' decoy
You ain't Bruce Lee, nor Bruce Leroy
Can't kick it, Bruce Bruce, you's a comedy, boy, yeah
My mission here is to destroy the wackness
On all facets, from all factions
Fools are all papers, you suckerish ashin's
Cash out, nigga, that casino magic
My girl from Cincinnati, my weed from Cali
Feel the blitz, like the O-line was happening
High Times, evergreen pine, we snappin' trees in half, and use that to make hash with
Habit of having my paper straight
Holding it down, I'm a paperweight
Knock-off baller, your paper fake
You fallin' off, and I'm home plate safe
How else can I call it than how I see it?
Can't say your name, cause I ain't see ya
Flow cold, inside door of the freezer
Fo' hoes chose, but I'm in a two-seater
Follow in a cab, or I'll catch you next weekend
Either way, baby girl, a nigga ain't trippin'
Pleading, please, I'm peeling off
Now you realize you was dealing with a boss
Never took the ride, but you took the loss
Got your friend in my drive with the top taken off
At the crib, her top get taken off
And she can share the details when she wakes tomorrow
Yeahh
Record Deals lyrics - Curren$y
They be on tables like poker chips
Dangled in front you by suits who assume you to be a two-bit hustler
Hasty moves
From the cradle to the grave might be a short walk, real talk
It's just a matter of ink
So many people in your ear you can't hear yourself think
Your homies like do that shit
Your old heads say you need to let somebody read through that shit
Call up a lawyer, but an arm and a leg it cost ya just to walk through the office
Consultation charges, end up taking bigger bites than your portion
And you was just online looking at Porsches
Now you're feeling tight hot garbage, cus your check being garnished
No cool gray area about it, executives is black hearted
They could care less about repossessions, disconnected cell phones
Or evictions from apartments
It's no country for artists
Trap floor under the carpet, figured you'll fall for it
Cus you're struggling and you're starving, that don't mean you're stupid
Reverse the game, pull the rug from them losers, carve your own lane
Stay true to your music
I'm watching myself do it
I saw somebody else get close to it
But you know how it is, the good die young mostly over bullshit
Record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Moon & Stars Remix lyrics - Curren$y
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Big KRIT:]
Yeah, yo, my digital dash, as I mash on the gas
Don't know where I'm going fast, but I'm going there
Stop at the club, forever sure there's some hoes in there
Shaking they ass, looking for players with dough to share, but that ain't me though
Before I trick on a bust-it baby, I'm outta the do'
If you are looking for saving shawty, I'm not your hero
More like a guide
I can take you where you want, would you look in my eye?
Like you supposed to, cold enough to froze ya
Talking bout that pimping you already been exposed to
Far from being sober, let's travel into space while
Puffing on this Yoda, glowing like a lightsaber
Doing what the grownups do
Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon to you
Cause backstabbing betrayers divide, don't listen to
Cause they front, but they don't, do what I do
Cause they will never ever be pimps
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Killa Kyleon:]
Laid back on that butterscotch
Got my paint lookin' peppermint
Pull up pacin on pokers, puffin' that purple it's evident
Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars in my evidence
Louie V don't see haters no focus cuz they irrelevant
Comin' thru like the president/Wave at my boppers n droppers
I let my trunk do the jump n they flag us down n they stop us
Flock us like waka. Like tv shows they watch us. you see these hoes?
Mesmerized like khalifa Pulled up in a slab do you see these fours
This ain't no Taaka, this purple drink. Do you see me pour?
And my cup got them double stacks like that X/do u see me roll?
Paint wet like it's aroused,So high i can kiss the clouds
I roll up them sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin Yao
I'm stuck on this country shit I'm southern just like the college
Neck bones, cornbread, candy yams, and my greens collard
Crawlin just like a toddler pradas pushin them pedals down
Jackers keep me in magneto mode, I keep that medal 'round
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Curren$y:]
I be obliged if you stepped outside
Smokin' that bum ass shit bitch
You get no play in this ride
Butta' soft high
They built many 'vettes after mine but I think they did it best in '89
Idlin' at the red light mindin' my business
Holdin' my weed low with a slight crack in my windows
Playin' all three of my mirrors
I ain't nervous
But I'm certain that them devils tryin' to get me
Cause I'm swervin' banging curbs
And they can't stand to see me with it
But it don't stop just provoke me
More to drop my top
Now be planetarium status
Flickin' ashes in the big dippa'
You ain't as high as me mista
Eye screwin' your sista' from a fifty foot distance
Now she missin' caught up in a twista', Tropicana
Pour me up a glass of tang
Roll up some of that NASA, mane
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
Role Model lyrics - Curren$y
Uh
Nothing but
Tell the truth, do I?
I've been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it
Prophetized by the perpetually high poet
I've been through it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners
Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes
Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind
Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find
The story of a man who drew his own guidelines
Inspirational, ain't it?
The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em
Professional brushstrokes on canvasses
Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid
Blew my high when you came in with them cameras
Questions and peanuts, galleries and suggestions
I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool
But we got our own beat to walk to, fool!
Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea
Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners
To the kid that chose me to follow
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas
Thievin' ass bitches, lyin' ass partners... yea
Paydayss lyrics - Curren$y
Another day's dollar, holla if you hear me
Chillin' by one of my baddest bitch's older sisters
You know how them hoes be pretendin'
That they so close and kindred to that jet pimpin', give them all that 4/20 vision
One spoke up on my stroke and the other one got defensive
They both figurin' out they both getting dicked down, kill em with my old schools
Bitch you car sick, huh? Chevy man see me in that Corsica
Or a GT Berreta, nigga low as fuck
If I'm not on tour Pimpin', I ain't doing much
Except rolling up, building scale model low rider trucks
In my Jet Study where I keep my books
Pilot Loft, each entry, each verse, each hook
About the shit I really saw and the chances I really took
Cars I really drove, women that really chose
No Phantom over here Pimpin', Cinnamon on my rolls
Breakfast, first-class flight from New Orleans to Houston Texas
Flight time 45 minutes 37 seconds
Wheels up to wheels down last time I checked it for the record
Flow deadly and alot of niggas respect it on a daily
Creating these speaker blessings
At the car wash, they finishin' my tire dressing
I'm on the conference call discussin' how my merch selling
Loot in coming for all directions
You want to mention 'no hustlers', but never play the cut with us
I got my numbers up, countin' in the sky
Burning doobies in the coupe, D.W. high
Jets @ Your Neck lyrics - Curren$y
Jet life jet life jet life jet life
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went
A decorated veteran
My bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy
I say fuck it baby girl we gon' let him live
Too much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball
Brand new socks and long jon draws I want it all
My young nigga told y'all it's getting cold out here dog
Bundle up motherfuck being the runner-up
4 niggas deep though number one is us
Text homie and tell him his number's up
You services are no longer needed
Rocka bye baby word to Kesha
Broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape
Many a track has met his fate at the hands of Spitta Andretti
Them niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Trademark da Skydiver:]
Sharvees on my feet
Cacky LRG jets fitted trees sticky
Just riding around the city smoking O's like fifties
Mind on a milli
Eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me
Fuck 'em, I just duck 'em like the bitch that was just with me
Simply I'm on a level where these lames can't gain no entry
Yeah, I stay high I dont fly on empty
Fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy
Life of a jet bad bitches and good weed
Fast cars and glass jars of sour D's
Uhh TMSD the SV
Hover over land lovers like a G3
Jets nigga from the net to the TV
We came up quick and made this shit look easy
Yeah, now they go in cop my CDs
Put 'em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Young Roddy:]
And it's jets over everything
I put that on everything
We been doing our thing anyway
Nigga slash anywhere
First let me twist this up I'mma tell my driver take me there
Secondly and back to back in and out I came prepared
Flashback dejavu coulda swore I saw this shit right here
Marley told me kill this shit just don't forget your niggas here
Bet I won't I done see blood sweat so many tears
Bet I blow
That's a fact point blank period
Break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air
Slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it
Show your right I keep it real
Something I'm familiar with
Money coming, money going
Man I keep on peeling it
DFA
My jet set camp
Cats I get my millis with
But really though what's really good
She know I been the shit
She smell me dog, she dig my style, gangsta and gentlemen
I'm good life, my jet insurance keep me with benefits
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Whizz:]
Street Whizzy money,hoes and Jet clothing
Blowing on that fruity pebble shit that have your throat chokin'
We ain't trippin' in this section full of cloud 9 floaters
It's a crush I'm up in my zone, and you already know this
See my grind, it's all up in my mind to come up with designs
That attack a nigga mental, now they keeping off my rhyme
It's finesse, it ain't nothing less cause I don't waste the time
Steady zippin' through the city money gettin' it I'm fly
If you look up in the air you will not see me I'm so high
Picture perfect when I glide it's like a nerf up in the sky
Twisting turning ya holdin position for my landing, acrobat
Blink a eye and miss a act, stacks up in the leather sack
Food Saver bag sealed up, that tropic winter pack
Jet and my perfection, but the method is to get it back
Bitches don't know how to act, they drooling on a nigga dick
Swagger out of space, all in the clique, you need a membership. YEAH
Airborne Aquarium lyrics - Curren$y
Haha, yeauh
Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life, fool
Turn it up some
Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life
Yeauh, eauh
I'm getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it
When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture
Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru
But look what it came to, something that amazes you
Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you
Baby blue sole. These white 11, '96
No retro card came with this
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured
Shawty body choco-latte; Russell Stovers
Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over
Polo sweater, Teddy bear hanging off her shoulder
No care, over here, so we put it in the air
Walking 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere
That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table
We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good
If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list
In these bars, I granted its deathwish
Legendary lay-up. Jordan with the right-left switch
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride
'87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it
Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump
That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last
Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don't check bags
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past
Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum
Doors open like a pendulum swinging
Rock in my Jetset Emblem
Fool, it's the serve, like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon
The car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin
Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin'
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin
Not pillin', just element twistin'
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin
Yeauhh
Michael Knight lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
Lames catch feelings, we catch flights
Scoodododododododododoo
Yeah
Racecars and weed jars, nigga
I got a style for every bump in your face
Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case
You know I'm bowtie 'til I die
Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line
Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath—"miss" me?
No, you didn't, bitch—with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be Miss me
All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
And the view from the rocking chair improves
But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew
Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame
Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne
Endo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows
The wind blow and change, and I am not mad
All garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
Montreux lyrics - Curren$y
Kush smoke
Money, clothes, hoes
Hurry up before that elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience Al Jarreau in the third row
Parental guardian to this art for it's my baby
Lazy eye, though wise folk try to play me, I spot you points
I prove with my every move
Right from the beginnin' I was right and that was very crude
This is what I know
Make a fool, out of you, if we were to duel
And a hall player playin' pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Jule
Drop jewels, diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe
Carrot soup
My women ball, word to Sheryl Swoopes
Minus the hoop
She fell through
Fell in love with the blue dream
And the things she can't have
Now she lookin' down like she trynna use a Ipad
Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime
Lab spyin', ain't even have to do em' like that
Knife work on the track
Many ya' cut and slash
At the neck like a sash
Blood on my hands, me and my killin' bag
Raw shit, Kill a gram
High spinnin' ceilin' fan
You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man
Raw shit, Kill a gram
High spinnin' ceilin' fan
You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man
Fool
Famous lyrics - Curren$y
Ain't nothing changed but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather
Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive
I don't kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast
This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent, fuck your system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it
You can't deny it, I'm a rider, word to Pac ambition
Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician
You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed
I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah
And I'm looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit, but I'm still
I'm high again waiting on the sun
Dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I'm in
But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money and not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rolling that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
Hope you're hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us? I'm still, still
Flight Briefing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Flight attendant talks:]
(Okay, as we get ready to take off, please make sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics are off.)
Checks nigga, why haven't we been there? Fuckboys wondering if they bitch next
(As the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everythig we can to make sure you have a saft, comfortable flight.)
[Curren$y:]
Uh, With these lazy eyes I seen
More than you can see in seven lifetimes
Get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside
Give you insight on the situation cause I done it twice
Done a dotted line tightrope walk
Where the suits want results they don't talk
Dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault
No one to blame it was solely my fault
No salt thrown, just boss game long
Right now I'm not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it
I'm tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas on
They puttin they niggas on we getting really strong
Met Rex jets, best shape ever
Winner circle, you squares need to get it together
Or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate
Your bitch want that vitamin D she looking desperate
Bullshit convo five minutes invested
Now she buck-naked lying to you via text message
In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
Get beheaded trying to get ahead of us
You know what way is up
[Young Roddy:]
Yeah
As the world still turning
My joint still burning
I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
So, if you want respect, you gotta earn it
It's crazy, most people never learn it
Preach!
So, before they hear my sermon
Here's my confession, I get dressed with my burner
Sheesh!
I know that ain't right
But I know when shit's weak
Try livin' on my tray first streets
So, before I fall asleep
With a certified freak
Who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats
I'm cool
Nice try, but you can't get that from me
Nice guy, hard body man it way too weak
Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
I never try to be something I'm not
I do me
I find it better on my own two feet
Roddy keep it unique and low key
Jets Fool
[Trademark da Skydiver:]
Fresh Polo bucket
All them niggas know I'm acting' out
Smoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking out
I'm hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt
Bitches love when I come around, they know what I'm about
Take em to the house
Fuck em good, smoke em out
Burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route
I'm tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch
Bag to bag transactions then I'm over and out
Dumb it down?
Never that, you should know me buy now
I'm floating on a kush cloud and I never come down
Jet set, international we world renowned
All for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
Lames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clown
I'm smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brown
Leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
Its M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile
A Gee lyrics - Curren$y
And you can't do a thang, about it
[Curren$y:]
You wanna live in a house dont want no grass to grow
Yo homeboys lookin bad and you giving cash to them hoes
Ol sucka ass nigga fuck you round here fo?
Finna take off on the pluckers? Man cabin door closed ho
O's rolled up fuck it we can get some mo
Kinda cotton had to stop at the 24 hr store
Drop them bomb ass tape v8 crate droptop
Sun ain't even out but I can't wait for the rain to stop
Shine rather or not you wanna deal with it
The bitch in yo car wanna hear us
Leer what? Jets year one vets, from the cars to the broads muthafucka be my guest, yeahh
A gee is what I am, a jet is who I be
You know what I smoke and you can't see me
No matter where you go, one place we'll never be
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro
On a mission and im fishing for my nigga ski beats
Quote live nigga rap broke a jive nigga back
Spineless spliff cruising with optimus primus and in the prime is
Im inclined to sound better than other rhymers
Dont bring them fools around him
He'll make em look clownish
Countach lambo, shoot like ammo, through traffic with green trees I blend in like camo
Flauge, gosh oh my where was I
When things got hot
Somewhere cool laughin at you
Fuck rolling 1, roll 2, roll 3, loop the beat and light an insense in the booth yeaah
.... and you can't see me
No matter where u go, one place you'll never be
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro
A gee is what I am, a jet is who I be
You know what I smoke, and you can't see me
No matter where you go, one place you'll never be
Is close even if you moved right next to me broo
And u can't do a thing about it
And that ain't gone change im sorry
Them bitches know the planes got it
And u can't do a thing bout it
Them bitches know the planes got it
And that ain't gone change im sorry
Yeaaaaa
Real Estates lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)
This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my... grind, fool
And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
How many bitches want, not many bitches won't
I know you think your bitches don't but I know
What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood, I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga you only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind
[Dom Kennedy:]
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
If I wanted her back, nigga I'd be still fuckin
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
Don't take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm wit her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
I'm in Miami bumpin Trilla
I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer
The feds blockin like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time
You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
You don't want no money, just fame
They ask me how I'm doin, shit I really can't complain
Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want
Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Uh, uh, I'm yellin
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, Yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the... uh
Silence lyrics - Curren$y (feat. McKenzie Eddy)
[McKenzie Eddy:]
So I see the setting sun, and I get to feeling numb
Down on that side of town, back where no fun's around
Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be
Just flows so easily, some I think may call it free
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can't believe you (Called)
So (Low)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, as the joint burns
To the point that it stinging my finger
Tracks my talk show platform
Part Phil Donahue, part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her
She go where I send her, kept it trill from the beginning
From Square One maintain Square Business
Don't concern yourself with my mingling with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow
Alaska cold, silent foot assassin approach
High when I stroll
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow, you know
[McKenzie Eddy:]
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can't believe you (Called)
So (Low)
So I see your face again, back where I've been traveling
Time, I think it seems, to have it's grip on me
Friends, they say they call it for you, no matter what I offer you
Can't believe in history, living in this misery
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can't believe you (Called)
So (Low)
Hold On lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Curren$y:]
And they still won't let my homegirl in the suite
I don't know what that's about
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch, yuh
Yeah, yeah
I been the man
And I am still, stainless (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Bitches know the planes (Yeah)
Yeah, ugh!
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
I been the man and I am still, stainless
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats, humane fashion: painless
Cell phone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons
Jets X Nes' Phips, crack lacerations
Dope cuts, motherfucker, catch up
Your girl eyes wandering, she wonder if that's us
Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up, and that's so messed up
Let's go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of Ozium in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci Mane, "Photoshoot"
Spitta in your city, homie, send them hoes through, yeah
Yeah, hold on (Hold on)
Let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)
Let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One out in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Start a business, mind ya own, fool (Yeah!)
[Young Roddy:]
And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy
And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes
And I admit, to quit shootin' ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ's to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s
My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby
The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady
But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And that's on everything, that 31st raised me
And that's on everything, got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's, "Fuck you, pay me," I've been ranned out of favors
Yeah
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, hold on (Hold on)
Let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)
Let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One out in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Start a business, mind ya own, fool
[Trademark:]
Yeah, I'm just playing my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor
Surrounded by these bitches, I'm far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G, but they startin' to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned
I don't pay 'em no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in a chokehold, it's more like a strangle
Say I'm one of the best and I ain't never dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas sack of trees, yeah I'm smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour dies' and the kush tastes mango
Trade keep it real, I ain't nowhere near lame-o
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, hold on (Hold on)
Let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)
Let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One out in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Start a business, mind ya own, fool
Fashionably Late lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Deelow)
[Dee Low:]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
[Curren$y:]
New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics
Cause dull bitches attracted to shiny objects
Well I guess y'all can kick it, Phife Dawg, Q-Tip it
We all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinning
I told all my folks that I'd be coming back with it
Now ask 'em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers chopping business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful shit, editing rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low
[Dee Low:]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
(Spitta and the Monsta Beatz radioactive)
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
(Roll something up, mama, we can smoke in here)
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
[Curren$y:]
And I'm still on top of the money
Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash
With the box spring under it, who they think they fucking with
Spitta won't have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I'm just hustling
Without cocaine smuggling but this shit is dope Tito
Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity
Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany's
With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders
Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires
Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers
Flip through these bitches like Zippo lighters
[Dee Low:]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Highed Up lyrics - Curren$y
Uhh. Yeahh
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
Fuck all that shit you talk
You ain't got no Byzantine chain
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
Bitches tangled in my slang - pilot language
We assassinate them lames
Flash my high beams
Get the fuck up out our lane
Say Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it
Less a couple niggas though, I ain't really trippin' though
See 'em when we see 'em
Send 'em bottles and a couple hos
Spread love is the Jet way
All day, me and my bitch ridin' to that Biggie
Up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
Real niggas from my set know I still kick it
Others be like I don't fuck with 'em
That's why I don't fuck with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever fuck with 'em
Would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
Well fuck niggas
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
Smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'
This is trill nigga season
Real niggas eatin', scrap
Get the scraps if we leave em
Yeah
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up
O.G...(The Jam) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
[Curren$y:]
Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I'm
Anticipatin these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine
Maco snap through the fishin' line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time
On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's
But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew
The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them other niggas pay us
It's like I'm in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean's 14, plot out new capers
Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up
Wonderin' who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures, babygirl roll those joints bigger
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
[Fiend:]
All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassels, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco
Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west ?
Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page
Damn I'm paid, thinkin' of all that money I made, since lookin' at the hip like I just got paged
Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain't frown with yo' pussy, you BAITCH!
I work too hard for " I can't", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank!"
I'm in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin' I need one more for the Spitta girl
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
Michael Knight (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Raekwon)
[Curren$y:]
Yah...Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life
Race cars and weed jars
Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face
Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac judge, open and shut case
You know, I'm bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the '69
So quick off the line
Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us
We break it off, like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath, miss me?
No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me
All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin' by being freaky but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playin' field even
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
And the view from the rockin' chair improves
But I've yet to see a team fuckin' with the crew
Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain't a plane man
Indo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the police man, them car Winslows
The wind blow in change, and I am not mad
Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
Its written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough land, cactus plants growin' in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo
[Raekwon:]
Yeah, Shallah Louis Rich
Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it
Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet
Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib
Threw a bag in your lap and told you don't blow the kids
We milled up, actually my flowin' is real tough
Sport these gazelles, faded leather on real rough
Bank account, don't even question
Spent all my money last year buyin' shit and investments
Marvelous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me sick
Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffin'
All my life, six black kids stolen right from kick dice
And strip you and slice you
So listen young niggas, I'm a give you some jewels quick
Don't ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit
Lookin like a crab ass faggot
Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets
Example lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
And
Where haven't we been yet
Ugh
They look up to the Jets
Can't stop the planes
Nigga, you can't do a thang
Ugh, machete sharp
My dreams realized, the Ferrari horse
Global domination ruling my thoughts
Never let 'em play you
Fuck 'em sideways, always, until they pay you
Reimbursement for paid dues
The money made me move, running through my shoes
For the day that I can kick 'em off, relax
I said I'd quit smoking these beats, but I relapsed
We heard your shit and we laughed
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable, beanbags
Chill
I tell you a secret if you can keep it: shhh! Real
Sucker-ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Succotash all stuck to the dishes
Wonder why I won't eat with ya, huh?
Boss tha fuck up, be somethin', nigga
I am an example
Of what can happen when you quit being afraid to gamble
Shook the dice and rolled
When niggas like you would've stayed shook and froze
I get busy, yeah
You think you know, you ain't sure
Fool
Audio Dope II lyrics - Curren$y
Haha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ugh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Jets, nigga, now where haven't we...)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh!
Fool, fool! (Ugh!)
Spitta get this whole shit jumping like
Kangaroo pouch, Louis Vuitton
The small things make me different from these fools
Pull my drawstrings, keep my sweats off of my shoes
I'm a dog, man, keep my paws clean
I ain't fucking with you at all
Lames is your whole set, Gs don't recognize y'all
Independent acrobatics, make that loot somersault
Remembering my license and restrictions in my mom's car
Came a long way, but I don't got time to be
Sitting at the dock of the bay, wasting every second
Money can be made out a rhyme, I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out a beat until it die, call CSI, I
Got 'em running, scared, tryna catch up
Fifty-seven Heinz, Gregory, the dance legend
Make music, I'm stepping out at a major event
Best-dressed in attendance and I never left the house
Right back at it
Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here
Audio dope, we track-trafficking
And they asking for more, is you back again?
And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more
When it's game time, show me to the stove
Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking
They asking for more, is you back again?
Ugh, greens rolled under the gazebo
Lemonade-level vodka, backgammon, playing Keno
Musical mafia
Loaded bases, bring my team home, I'm the great Bambino
Roulette wheels in the casino
Fat Macs skimming off the top
But that's the game we in, what you gon' do about it, ha?
Sacrifice and hit the independent? Probably not
They not like me, that's why they don't like me
Me, I'm likely in my trailer, in between scenes
Got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Break your foot tryna kick how I kick it
Kill yourself tryna live how I'm living, Spitta!
Right back at it
Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here
Audio dope, we track-trafficking
And they asking for more, is you back again?
And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more
When it's game time, show me to the stove
Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking
They asking for more, is you back again?
All around the world, the same song
Cali bud strong, it's that love, Faizon
So high, 'til my neighbors thought I moved out
Because ya boy stay gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it
And then keep a straight face, punk
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