tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86662651916025507632024-03-21T21:25:58.289-07:00Curren$y Lyricsdiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.comBlogger734125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-19530726449277288502024-03-03T03:15:00.000-08:002024-03-03T03:15:42.083-08:00Covert Coup (2011) - Curren$y (with Alchemist)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9UA1gjB50NpkXxNgKsDnRr8GmBT78E6FHxcoABFPltE8t6cYP2LOtePh3UW_xK7hiG1edapgTaxXyKMMk5shLjxFZdHikwscXT72kj7bJi6jgj8RiUB5m4Q59oNcWGjhjdSjHsGgjuE8x1C-X0uG4-3UEzlY2xC2mHeVRlkzaHpkzUQ9Pk58PdRyJ_c/s1000/Covert%20Coup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9UA1gjB50NpkXxNgKsDnRr8GmBT78E6FHxcoABFPltE8t6cYP2LOtePh3UW_xK7hiG1edapgTaxXyKMMk5shLjxFZdHikwscXT72kj7bJi6jgj8RiUB5m4Q59oNcWGjhjdSjHsGgjuE8x1C-X0uG4-3UEzlY2xC2mHeVRlkzaHpkzUQ9Pk58PdRyJ_c/s320/Covert%20Coup.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/bbs-lyrics-curreny-alchemist.html">BBS</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/the-type-lyrics-curreny-alchemist-feat.html">The Type</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/blood-sweat-and-gears-lyrics-curreny.html">Blood Sweat And Gears</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/life-instructions-lyrics-curreny.html">Life Instructions</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/smoke-break-lyrics-curreny-alchemist.html">Smoke Break</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/scottie-pippen-lyrics-curreny-alchemist.html">Scottie Pippen</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/ventilation-lyrics-curreny-alchemist.html">Ventilation</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/double-07-lyrics-curreny-alchemist.html">Double 07</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/success-is-my-cologne-lyrics-curreny.html">Success Is My Cologne</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/full-metal-lyrics-curreny-alchemist.html">Full Metal </a></li></ul><p></p>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-22974058034854258932024-03-03T03:11:00.001-08:002024-03-03T03:11:58.016-08:00BBS lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist<div>This that gold BBS flow</div><div>Plastic Nike Air tags on your original 4s</div><div>Niggas done z'd on ya mans and I'm rollin a O</div><div>Leave 'em sleep, I don't need them suckers listening to me</div><div>Pack the bong full with everything except the kitchen sink</div><div>Underneath which I keep a set of Andis clippers</div><div>I can fix my lining up 'fore we go over by them bitches</div><div>A quick little something, can't get the back</div><div>I don't know where I left my hand mirror</div><div>Type of dilemmas I'll never hinder my jet living</div><div>We just chillin so don't come around here, fake-toughing</div><div>Running off the women, bossed up, all us</div><div>Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up</div><div>The fuck you thought this was, dawg</div><div>I'm a trill muthafucka after all</div><div>Haters is dressed as safety nets encouraging my fall</div><div>Won't catch me there but you can catch me on air, when my new shit premier</div><div>At whatever media outlet decides to play it fair</div><div>Fuck playing dead, pimpin', I'mma play the bear</div><div>Grizzly, seriously, Fishburne turn, flip styles furiously</div><div>This that 70s' Soul Green, Al chemistry</div><div>Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees</div><div>Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they bitches</div><div>I be cooking these bird ass hoes, running circles round em</div><div>They rotisserie chickens, love gotta shovel in her hand</div><div>I see you diggin, strike gold, build yo own coffin with it; dead ass</div><div>Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense</div><div>The telly's for the ones I was just fucking</div><div>The crib's for the one I was gon' get right back with</div><div>Its easy to get tangled in the stars; spangled</div><div>Mangled in the night life, living out my bars; dangerous</div><div>Yeah</div><div><br /></div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-60466012889377524332024-03-03T03:11:00.000-08:002024-03-03T03:11:24.703-08:00The Type lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)<div>[Curren$y:]</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Fool</div><div>Yeah, yeah</div><div>Jet Life</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Not yet, yeah</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Ugh!</div><div><br /></div><div>Let the lil' homie kick it in the auto shop with us</div><div>Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut—</div><div>Same way I came up</div><div>All my triple-O's was hood famous</div><div>Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous</div><div>That's where I gained this cool</div><div>Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make twos</div><div>All you do is make fools of yourselves</div><div>Underground jewels, Chester Copperpot, waddling in the wishing well</div><div>Evidence niggas done failed trying to get close to the Jet code</div><div>But it will never be deciphered by a rookie pilot</div><div>That's why I sit opposite the driver, '63 Impala</div><div>Bad bitch, chain steering wheel, guidance</div><div>I'm out the window sky-watching</div><div>Plotting, as usual—that's what I'm doing when I quiet</div><div>Can't remember shorty name, but she had that loud pack</div><div>That other night in Tallahassee, and I thank her for that</div><div>Fine, freaky, sending snaps with her legs behind her back</div><div>In the wee hours of the morning, picture-mailing that she horny</div><div>But love, I'm tryna fuck with this money</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah</div><div>Get this money</div><div>Jet Life, I'm tryna get this money</div><div>Ugh</div><div><br /></div><div>[Curren$y (Prodigy):]</div><div>We bust raps like B-boys bust gats</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up</div><div>We bust raps like B-boys bust gats</div><div>We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals (Uh-huh)</div><div>We bust raps like B-boys bust gats (Ugh)</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up (Uh-uh)</div><div>We bust raps like B-boys bust gats</div><div>We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals</div><div><br /></div><div>That don't bury the axe (Yeah)</div><div>Say what, say what?</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the</div><div>(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the</div><div>(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold that (Yeah)</div><div>Like B-boys bust gats</div><div>(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals)</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up (Ugh)</div><div>(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals, we the type of people that don't)</div><div>We bust raps like B-boys bust gats</div><div>We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals</div><div><br /></div><div>[Prodigy:]</div><div>(Yeah that's what I'm talking 'bout)</div><div>Ayo, Curren$y, let me hold it down real quick, son</div><div>(That's right, yeah, that's right)</div><div>Ayo, Al, check this out right here, man</div><div>Like this (Pour me a cup, pour me another cup, son)</div><div>(You never heard no shit like this before, man)</div><div>I said</div><div><br /></div><div>We bust raps like we bust these gats</div><div>We're the type of people that don't bury the hatch (Hold up)</div><div>We bust raps like we bust these gats (Pow)</div><div>We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too</div><div>We bust raps like we bust these gats (Right now)</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the hatch', hold up (My nigga)</div><div>We bust raps like we bust these Gats (You gotta go in right now)</div><div>We're the type of people Chevies and GMC's (Get these niggas, son, get these niggas)</div><div>Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh</div><div><br /></div><div>Fuck it, it's the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart</div><div>Can't get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall</div><div>Take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man</div><div>It come with the territory: Take the good with the bad</div><div>Throw the dice, watch them tumble, where they land—so be it</div><div>E'erything is not strategic; sometimes we risk our life</div><div>Sometimes we risk our love, our money, and our freedom</div><div>That bullshit, we feed it, to see if you gonna eat it</div><div>In New York, we manipulate naïve dummies</div><div>We beat you on the head, it's just game we be running sometime</div><div>But most of the time, we don't play</div><div>They can't figure us out—we like it that way (We like it that way)</div><div>The road to the riches so long our feet catch blisters</div><div>All these crabs in the bucket, pull you down tryna get up</div><div>Every man for theyself, every woman want bags and shoes</div><div>We the type of people that'll find you</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, know that</div><div>Stop fronting, you doing a lot of fronting right now</div><div>You know what I'm saying?</div><div>Make me come to your fucking crib, nigga</div><div>Right at your doosrtep, like, "Good morning!"</div><div><br /></div><div>[Curren$y:]</div><div>We bust raps like B-boys bust gats</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up</div><div>We bust raps like B-boys bust gats</div><div>We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals</div><div><br /></div><div>[Prodigy:]</div><div>We bust raps like we bust these gats</div><div>We the type of people that don't bury the hatch (Hold up)</div><div>We bust raps like we bust these gats</div><div>We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-69160295769241711222024-03-03T03:10:00.001-08:002024-03-03T03:10:42.407-08:00Blood Sweat And Gears lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Fiend)<div>[Curren$y:]</div><div>Fuck around and lay around</div><div>Yeah</div><div>I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too</div><div>You guys know who I'm talkin' to</div><div>Those—</div><div>Yeah</div><div>I'm talkin' to—</div><div>Take this opportunity to roll up</div><div>Get your grinders</div><div>Yeah, yeah</div><div>Fuck around and lay around</div><div>Locate your lighters</div><div>Yeah, yeah, yeah</div><div>Let me tell you something</div><div>Uh</div><div><br /></div><div>Laced David Robinson's, Wally moccasins</div><div>Matte black paint, polished rims</div><div>The fuck you said? I ain't hear it clear</div><div>Too much money talking in my ear</div><div>The end result of two albums in one year</div><div>Blood, sweat, and gears, life in between the racing strips</div><div>We break day every night</div><div>Alternative lifestyle, I ain't looking for a pussy, boy</div><div>This trill jet shit, just enjoy</div><div>That's yo wifey but she's still a Jet miss (Fuck around and lay around)</div><div>Give her directions to the telly and a checklist</div><div>Arriving shortly with the items I requested (I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too)</div><div>Reinforced the frame with that jive nigga repellant (You guys know who I'm talkin' to)</div><div>My new plane, maintain the smoke</div><div>Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk</div><div>Eyeball you a lil' something, I ain't the weed man though</div><div>But if you give me fifteen minutes, I'll call my folks, he'll be at the door</div><div>Connectin' four marine batteries on one side of the trunk</div><div>To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps (Fuck around and lay around)</div><div>It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump</div><div>You already know, I ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner</div><div>Your bitch stay talkin' and you steady eavesdroppin' (Let me tell you something)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Fiend:]</div><div>Rolling trees [?] do something for you</div><div>No matter what you be goin' through</div><div>Uh, ayy</div><div><br /></div><div>Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium</div><div>Streets, I roam, mama praying like the Vatican</div><div>My life feels like treadin' water in the ocean, who's panickin'?</div><div>I'm dope, sudden move is drug traffickin' (Fuck around and lay around)</div><div>Tell I'm gettin' dough, I'm getting fat again</div><div>What I'd do to hear my loved ones laugh again</div><div>Say, love, go and give me your math again</div><div>Got a movie later on you'll be actin' in (Let me tell you something)</div><div>Life is like free throws, some things you gon' miss, some things you make</div><div>Don't rush, don't wait</div><div>I call pape' time travel machine</div><div>It can get you there faster, but it can't wake a permanent sleep</div><div>I'd never compromise my fresh</div><div>Smoke kush, not sess</div><div>Why cry? I'm blessed</div><div>I'll lend you the bail out</div><div>The ones I call my Tank Dogs in the jail house</div><div>Jets smoking in the club on tour (Fuck around and lay around)</div><div>Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour</div><div>I'm je m'appelle International Jones</div><div>And Louis scarf down the west smoking one with the homies</div><div>Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final</div><div>Life of Richie Rich, first name not Lionel</div><div><br /></div><div>International Jones</div><div>Curren$y the Spitta</div><div>Alchemist my nigga</div><div>Italian life, go figure (Fuck around and lay around)</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-44480751856732282202024-03-03T03:10:00.000-08:002024-03-03T03:10:14.692-08:00Life Instructions lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Smoke Dza)<div>[Curren$y:]</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Real life situations</div><div>Real events in Jet Life</div><div>Berner say he got some shit gon' get a nigga eighth grade high</div><div>We in LA</div><div>Shit, already, we rollin' up right now</div><div>Alc' in here just chillin'</div><div>Uh</div><div><br /></div><div>Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked, my man</div><div>Kick it on your street like bad Chris and them garbage cans</div><div>Aw, man, them bitches think I'm balling</div><div>So they behaving differently when I be in New Orleans</div><div>I'm falling back off 'em, they crawling back on him</div><div>Not half way complaining, just making a true statement</div><div>Which quite basically is what's missing from this game we in</div><div>Create the world in which you trying to live in, kid</div><div>Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doing bids</div><div>But best believe I bring 'em with me anywhere I is</div><div>What a hater say'll never affect the way that I live</div><div>Or where I go, just make me fuck they bitches in they crib (Uh)</div><div>The game I got was raw and given to him by Slim</div><div>Referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs</div><div>Make sure I don't park out in the street, but don't get too close to the curb</div><div>Jet Life too high for them birds</div><div>Ayo</div><div><br /></div><div>[Smoke DZA:]</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Uh</div><div>Right</div><div><br /></div><div>Big doobies rolled up, you know how we do</div><div>Snow Beach 'Lo like Rae wore in '92</div><div>Rugbies all flavors, lime green Rod Lavers</div><div>Touring the world, getting paid off the talent God gave us</div><div>I'm parlaying, Marley's got me smacked</div><div>Twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded</div><div>Niggas hated, now they all trying to get in</div><div>All the slick talk, I know you ain't really mean it</div><div>Sleeping on the kid, I hoped the bed was Posturepedic</div><div>Begging for a verse, I'm like, "Cocksucker, beat it"</div><div>What's your budget like? Go 'head and find a way</div><div>You trying to get in the loop, I make 'em pay to ride the wave</div><div>Jet Life, it sucks to be you</div><div>Trying to get swag, you gotta purchase this cool</div><div><br /></div><div>Right</div><div>Out</div><div>What up, Spitta?</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-70345451722294734472024-03-03T03:09:00.001-08:002024-03-03T03:09:48.191-08:00Smoke Break lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist<div>Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?</div><div>Well, how many people in the house tonight smoking on some of that light green chronic?</div><div>Chillin', inhalin' chronic smoke</div><div>Can we get a moment of silence—</div><div>Chillin'</div><div>Well, how many people in the house tonight—</div><div>You should be rollin' up by now</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Locate your lighters</div><div><br /></div><div>Prime time</div><div>It's mister go left on a bitch who can't find her right mind</div><div>I'm squeakin' past a yellow light doin' sixty-five</div><div>Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints, traffic eyes in the sky</div><div>I'm kind of high, but you dumb twisted</div><div>I'm used to that killer shit, so I maintain my pimpin'</div><div>While you over-highed and slizzered</div><div>And I'm laughin' at you slippin'</div><div>And your bitch feelin' disgusted and miserable</div><div>She like, why she even here with you?</div><div>I'm puttin' air in my inner tubes</div><div>Black mags on my Haro hangin' from the wall</div><div>The allure of my home decor got these girls trippin'</div><div>And frequently speakin' of return visits</div><div>A time machine, my lyrics</div><div>And the same thing for my garage, dog, did you see what I just put in it?</div><div>We tryna compete with them NASCARs, you noticin'</div><div>And the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>The style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div><br /></div><div>Ayo</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?</div><div>This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>Yeah, yeah</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up</div><div>Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up</div><div>Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?</div><div>See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up</div><div>Yeah</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-68175246987670714552024-03-03T03:09:00.000-08:002024-03-03T03:09:15.397-08:00Scottie Pippen lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Freddie Gibbs)<div>[Curren$y:]</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Go get your lighters</div><div><br /></div><div>Showin' no signs of letting up</div><div>Still kick you in the head like I think you on the verge of gettin' up</div><div>No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander</div><div>Deadly venom-spitting, niggas just a salamander</div><div>I'm living a life worthy of capturing on camera, documented</div><div>How one of the last live ones did it</div><div>How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky</div><div>How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no simpin'</div><div>How I fucked 'em to sleep</div><div>How I rolled up out the building when I was finished, keep it G</div><div>Them niggas not original, they muh'fuckin' House of Mirrors</div><div>Not quite the image</div><div>I'm on that Popeye spinach, Mama mai-tai sippin'</div><div>She loves a square nigga, but now she trying something different</div><div>Windy City Bulls, Mitchell & Ness wool jackets, some sweats and Scottie Pippens</div><div>My description, high off that fuzzy, green prescription</div><div>Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't; if you lookin' for that nigga, I is him</div><div>All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing</div><div><br /></div><div>[Curren$y (Freddie Gibbs):]</div><div>Yeah, yeah</div><div>(Ugh)</div><div>(For sure)</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div><br /></div><div>[Freddie Gibbs:]</div><div>Ugh, reporting live from the Devil's palace (Yeah)</div><div>Breakfast, had two titties, two blunts and a turkey-bacon sandwich (Yuh)</div><div>Two seasoned eggs and grape jelly, my hoes stay ready (Ugh)</div><div>Pop that pussy then pulled off in my Pontiac on Pirellis</div><div>'82 edition, spotless Bonnie squattin' on sixes (Ugh)</div><div>Rather be countin' stacks than stuck in the county, washin' the dishes (Nah)</div><div>Or washing drawers in the pen; got two zones of soft and some Hen'</div><div>I had go pay the correct correctional officer to walk 'em in</div><div>Bail money on deck, come at my neck (Yeah)</div><div>Bless that boy 'cause that same place him test is where he slept</div><div>I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber (Yeah)</div><div>The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher</div><div>Stay with the purp out of pee-zo, stay smackin' these geekers' needles</div><div>Stay runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the Eagles</div><div>Randall, Donovan, or Michael, 'fore I picked up this mic</div><div>I was hittin' licks with some Lords and did dirt with plenty Disciples</div><div>I'm gangbang affiliated (Ugh), federal-investigated, self-educated</div><div>All my co-conspirators catchin' cases (Yeah)</div><div>I dropped straight out of college, and I majored in home invasion</div><div>Believe, I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations</div><div>Leave faces with alterations, the closed-casket console (Yeah)</div><div>Tryna make a million dollars, fuck a million downloads</div><div>But if that equal the same, then slice that up and give me my change</div><div>I made a lane up in this game so niggas got' remember the name:</div><div>Gangsta Gibbs, ho! Two bitches cooking in the crib, ho (Yeah)</div><div>Still push a bucket, but I ride it like a Benz, ho (Yeah)</div><div>Tryna find a bridge ho, to slangin' raps, from slangin' weight (Ugh)</div><div>Said that Fred the new-age Brad, bitch, call me Baby Face Killa</div><div><br /></div><div>Ugh, ugh</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-30841401062410018222024-03-03T03:08:00.002-08:002024-03-03T03:08:49.825-08:00Ventilation lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist<div>White carpet in my Scarface house</div><div>No undergarments on my Scarface spouse</div><div>My Elvira twisting that reefer and delivering that dough</div><div>To the front door like a pizza carryin</div><div>Her own weight financially, she don't need me</div><div>She just in love with a real nigga, continuously weeded</div><div>At my undisclosed __cpLocation</div><div>[?] reading up on V-12 engines</div><div>And the greatest strains this season</div><div>And I grind for that very reason</div><div>The toxic air that I'm breathing leave the average man weakened</div><div>Watermarks still on the houses as I drive by em</div><div>Crack the sunroof, let a cloud out it, trill shit</div><div>Next time I vacate, I'm bringing all my cars on the plane with me</div><div>We gon' show our folks how to make them millions</div><div>Grappling hooks, scaling the building</div><div>Rap with no hooks, I'm high how is you feelin</div><div>Captain Hook whilin' and sailin'</div><div>Though no stealin'</div><div>That shit hurt, I know the feeling</div><div>These niggas'll borrow your style like</div><div>You wasn't about to do nothing with it</div><div>That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy</div><div>And people I ain't got to name 'cause they was probably here</div><div>Getting high with me</div><div>If y'all don't know where to put it at, then don't ride with it</div><div>'Cause they'll try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city</div><div>In the hood, ain't no love or no pity</div><div>Looking for charity? That dog don't hunt, don't come in the woods with it</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-5818751009383357362024-03-03T03:08:00.001-08:002024-03-03T03:08:25.817-08:00Double 07 lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist<div>Looking for someone down the line</div><div>But no one will be there to see it through</div><div>Fuck all y'all</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Lames catch feelings</div><div>We catch flights</div><div>Fool</div><div>Yeah</div><div>You should be rollin' up by now</div><div>Locate your lighters</div><div>Yeah</div><div><br /></div><div>Shelter from the rain in a parked car, chopping game, modifying my slangs</div><div>Fog lights in the grill, in Negril whippin' the '96 Range</div><div>It's insane how fast they let you drive in them narrow lanes</div><div>My independence remain</div><div>'Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne</div><div>I grind and maintain my peace of mind</div><div>Almost lost it once on the line</div><div>But see that I found it just in time</div><div>A mercenary killer</div><div>Paid for bringin' debt to these whack niggas</div><div>You call them raps, that's why them labels never called you back</div><div>Pimpin', yeah, jack, Spitta snap</div><div>Long flight, turbulence bad</div><div>Baggage claim tags</div><div>Car service rolling grass</div><div>007, but I ain't talking agents</div><div>Two ounces and seven grams, my nigga, we still blazing</div><div>You uneasy in my presence, dumb questions, dumber statements</div><div>I'm on a whole 'nother level, roof terrace, you the basement</div><div>Couldn't gain possession, them haters couldn't take it</div><div>Can't see me 'less you sleeping, nigga, Freddy vs. Jason</div><div>Snoozing on a jet movement, your worst nightmare in the making</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, yeah</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-81835747196679453152024-03-03T03:08:00.000-08:002024-03-03T03:08:02.754-08:00Success Is My Cologne lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist<div>Yeah</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>You should be rollin' up by now</div><div>Locate your lighters</div><div>Uh</div><div><br /></div><div>Knowing I'ma look cool in them black and white pictures when they talk about</div><div>Underground rappers getting high and making history</div><div>I'm sick and tired of these niggas claiming that they as sick as me</div><div>They lying, I checked your chart, your file saying you soft</div><div>Something fishy, ho nigga, you more bass then boss</div><div>Off the boat, small fries and stowaways get tossed</div><div>Can't party on the shore with us, fool</div><div>Get your floaties up, kiddy pool, niggas ain't really that cool</div><div>Can't follow these moves, you need more expensive shoes</div><div>Working out, smoking strong on a week long cruise</div><div>Bonfire with these bitches, singing songs to the moon</div><div>Too high to judge</div><div>Call my ex bitch who did that foul shit, fuck her brains out, and settle the grudge</div><div>Back shot revenge style, ain't no love</div><div>Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub</div><div>Cover my tracks, don't let my bitch know where I was</div><div>Sticking to the script, though I'm improvising a bit</div><div>Same as my OGs, but I put the Jets in the mix</div><div>Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits</div><div>Deadstock, tissue in the box, elephant print</div><div>On my Flint 13s, no retro, 3M reflective</div><div>Your bitch type reckless in my DM's</div><div>Sexting, trying to see him</div><div>Smoke a J where he being</div><div>But I've got no time for company</div><div>I'm building one of them, honey</div><div>I know that's why you want me</div><div>Success is my cologne, I spray that bottle all on me</div><div>Yeah</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-31652667924535471042024-03-03T03:07:00.000-08:002024-03-03T03:07:28.821-08:00Full Metal lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist<div>You should be rollin' up by now</div><div>Locate your lighters</div><div>Brother hasn't been dead for long</div><div>Look, there's still some color in his face</div><div>His soul is probably still at the gate</div><div>I just have to pull it back</div><div>The same way he did</div><div><br /></div><div>Uh</div><div>I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like</div><div>Noon time, Alaska on the turnpike</div><div>Maneuvering mind, GT5, my nerves is ice</div><div>And I wouldn't change none of it in hindsight, believe this</div><div>'Cause if I wouldn't have been that, then I wouldn't be this</div><div>Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper</div><div>Walkin' the walk and runnin' over them haters</div><div>Outline it in chalk, that conversation is deaded</div><div>'Cause I'm living for the loot and you wasn't talkin' no bread, bitch (I just have to pull it back)</div><div>Cake all layer-ish, player all Himalay-erish, got the 420 vision</div><div>Rollin' doobies up, rollin' doobies up, up in the incision</div><div>Moroccan furnishings, projection screen built in my ceiling</div><div>I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really living</div><div>This Jet Life, tennis shoes and tuxedos</div><div>Them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin' mosquitoes</div><div>Don't work, they just cry and whine (I just have to pull it back)</div><div>Fuckin' pinot grigio, you need to get on your grind (The same way he did for me)</div><div>Stack a stack of dead people that done done some presidential time</div><div>For that cash, I brung a claim tag, this is mine</div><div>Fuck you doin' with that dough?</div><div>AZ holdin' the baby, peepin' the whole scene, I'm 'bout to blow</div><div>You know?</div><div><br /></div><div>I just have to pull it back</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-89589214936494317302024-03-01T04:15:00.000-08:002024-03-01T04:15:29.007-08:00mixtape: Return To The Winner's Circle (2011)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlxx6A9GxHq8lIjPji8K7MFP7Xt0dk-GAzrGQZ-cxeF0tKId7wSprpa6R9klfXJjeeMG73IJc0y3izndZeFFPtj8uZaCzRHRmUKTXvi-hc1728CLd-rm1IQvzclU9eQdgYK8Dr3A8MelKbITA2ZFJuETqk5mAi3s69F250Smi1NKBE5TKFtgBXtujshQ/s500/Curren$y.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlxx6A9GxHq8lIjPji8K7MFP7Xt0dk-GAzrGQZ-cxeF0tKId7wSprpa6R9klfXJjeeMG73IJc0y3izndZeFFPtj8uZaCzRHRmUKTXvi-hc1728CLd-rm1IQvzclU9eQdgYK8Dr3A8MelKbITA2ZFJuETqk5mAi3s69F250Smi1NKBE5TKFtgBXtujshQ/s320/Curren$y.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/daze-of-thunder-lyrics-curreny.html">Daze Of Thunder</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/rain-delay-lyrics-curreny.html">Rain Delay</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/on-lyrics-curreny.html">On..</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/trophy-case-lyrics-curreny.html">Trophy Case</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/empire-monopoly-lyrics-curreny.html">Empire Monopoly</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/frost-lyrics-curreny.html">Frost</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/record-deals-lyrics-curreny.html">Record Deals</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/moon-stars-remix-lyrics-curreny.html">Moon & Stars Remix</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/role-model-lyrics-curreny.html">Role Model</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/paydayss-lyrics-curreny.html">Paydayss</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/jets-your-neck-lyrics-curreny.html">Jets @ Your Neck </a></li></ul></div><p></p>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-23406888692648977932024-03-01T04:11:00.001-08:002024-03-01T04:11:37.265-08:00Daze Of Thunder lyrics - Curren$y<div>I'm in that '77 Glasshouse, Kelly greenin'</div><div>Rims wit da nice lips, Angelina's</div><div>Jolie, roll me another sticky steamer</div><div>Got them bitches pressed like I brung them to the cleaners</div><div>Fool don't lie, you ain't never seen him in person</div><div>You just heard about them tracks he be murking</div><div>'Bout them hoes I be working</div><div>Light one up for the pimp</div><div>Got a yellow bone bitch rolling weed, serving grits</div><div>You know curly head Amanda, ain't she from Atlanta</div><div>Condo on Peachtree, roommate named Pamela</div><div>In love with her body</div><div>Girl, don't sweat them little love handles</div><div>That's where I put my hands at</div><div>When I snatch you up to ram you</div><div>Ask your BFF about what happened when she passed through</div><div>Baffled by the castle, mind unraveled</div><div>Say the smoke was amazing and the bed, life magical</div><div>Fuck your homegirl good and let that news get back to you</div><div>Now it's like you have to too, curiosity</div><div>Sprung that pussycat to the house with me and I killed it</div><div>Suckers hate the jet life because they not allowed to live it</div><div>Fool I'm dead serial, killer fucking serious</div><div>Nigga this is personal, you can't get no whiff of this</div><div>I rolled this shit myself and I'm a smoke it 'til the end of it</div><div>I burn it half way down and put a clip behind my ear, you bitch</div><div>Either way a square ain't saying he got high with me today</div><div>Frito-Lay chip motorcycle coppers trying see</div><div>What exit I take off the interstate so they could follow</div><div>But I ain't tripping, I got it like money in my pocket</div><div>And a clip next to my license that confirm that I'm a pilot</div><div>I'm stumbling across da red carpet, laughing, spilling bottles</div><div>You stuck in your hotel suite, waiting on you stylist</div><div>You can't get dressed without him, because you got no inner fly-dom</div><div>Showed up like "Where the hoes at?"</div><div>Fool, they all at my room</div><div>Ad-miring that ass</div><div>I'm a smoke to that before I tell you to get in the bed and arch your back</div><div>Smooth raps served chill, musical Cognac</div><div>Audio dope, surround sound, crack, all that</div><div>The sun roof top in a diamond</div><div>Though not on a Cadillac, because I'm a Chevy driver</div><div>I been all over the map, my home at the bottom</div><div>Winter hot like summer, big chrome, skinny rubber</div><div>Rust bucket, I spent 1500 on that motherfucker</div><div>Another 30 racks restoring that motherfucker</div><div>40 say "You got a bad bitch, better tuck her," like Chris</div><div>Bay love bumping Mac Dre on the way to get some paper</div><div>Haters is mad we get high and get rich, ain't slowing down for nothing</div><div>George Kush the button</div><div>Like "What do this do, fuck it, here goes nothing."</div><div>Your man's is something, else</div><div>Class by himself, high, off radar, stealth</div><div>For the love of the jets, until it's nothing left</div><div>You ain't got no gas, go over there and siphon some of theirs</div><div>Game cold, Frigidaire, though it's fair</div><div>No choice for us to play, so you might as well win, mane</div><div>They say it ain't everything, but that's that loser talk</div><div>So ask them, mane</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-32571200906414659642024-03-01T04:11:00.000-08:002024-03-01T04:11:12.591-08:00Rain Delay lyrics - Curren$y<div>Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers</div><div>To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out</div><div>N Red got back his beach cruiser</div><div>I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay</div><div>This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray</div><div>My eyes and my windows open halfway</div><div>I'm livin in a matinee early</div><div>See me tho fashionably late and you nervous</div><div>Mad outta place</div><div>You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face</div><div>And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake</div><div>And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate</div><div>Fall in like rain</div><div>Befriended and betrayed</div><div>All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs</div><div>And it was all good jus a week ago</div><div>Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up</div><div>When you shoulda been on yo toes</div><div>Stay high</div><div>Kill em with the flow</div><div>These new, fresha than yo easter clothers</div><div>I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own</div><div>So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes</div><div>Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs</div><div>Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone</div><div>Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in</div><div>It goes down like nails if you frail</div><div>Jet fuel</div><div>Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube</div><div>Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food</div><div>Alan from the sky foo</div><div><br /></div><div>8:50</div><div>Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers</div><div>Mother natures cryin</div><div>Harmonizin</div><div>Homicide ridin on these tracks</div><div>Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky</div><div>Them niggas was lunchin</div><div>Slippin</div><div>Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "</div><div>My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga</div><div>This here is a digital track</div><div>(W) rap on these bitches</div><div>On computers like laptop stickas</div><div>Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin</div><div>Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin</div><div>High velocity</div><div>I'm high off broccoli</div><div>In Cali with a license, got plants on property</div><div>Watchin me</div><div>Tryna copy me</div><div>Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"</div><div>But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants</div><div>His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land</div><div>Ain't that grand?</div><div>I got pounds of weed and a plan</div><div>To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...</div><div>Ah man</div><div>Bad weather</div><div>And that shelter won't help ya</div><div>Sink, swim or swelter</div><div>Temperature risin, so is the water level</div><div>Where is u niggas hidin</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-15308316268633014242024-03-01T04:10:00.002-08:002024-03-01T04:10:47.925-08:00On.. lyrics - Curren$y<div>Spit that clean shit</div><div>Hand sanitizer my saliva</div><div>Niggas thinking they bitches in the blind</div><div>But she got her on mind to follow</div><div>Decision easily made, one of these don't belong</div><div>Me and four lames on the same page</div><div>Alco fresh out the paint shop</div><div>Polo green krsipy kreme glazed clear coated</div><div>8 times over high roller stoned rolling half way home</div><div>Until I realized I left my phone by this shone</div><div>I was just boning</div><div>Slipping on my pimping gotta get back to her crib before she realize what I did</div><div>And go to finger picking</div><div>Trying contact my other women</div><div>Shit them hoes do when they feel like they entitled to position</div><div>That's why I play them close but from a distance</div><div>If you can dig it</div><div>Damn near in love with all them hoes when I'm with'em</div><div>But once I put on my clothes, spray my cologne</div><div>Darted for the front door</div><div>Jet life jet wise respect I got to go</div><div>I'm on hustle like a mole</div><div>On hustle like it's dope</div><div>On hustle like it's coke</div><div>I'm on hustle like a mole</div><div>On hustle like it's dope</div><div>On hustle like it's coke</div><div><br /></div><div>Nigga... yea</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-55671331067212779742024-03-01T04:10:00.001-08:002024-03-01T04:10:26.237-08:00Trophy Case lyrics - Curren$y<div>(You are watching a master at work)</div><div><br /></div><div>Put the cheat code in, I brung my homie back to the game</div><div>I done that, I'll sign for the blame</div><div>Name on the side of the plane Jets Fool dot dot dot</div><div>Which ensues the reign will be continued</div><div>Flight Club from the display case we cop gym shoes</div><div>Living as any other grown kid would do</div><div>Remembering being 10, looking at OGs roll down the street wishing I was them</div><div>I super-ceded it, previous genius they see Spitta they tip they brims</div><div>My role perfected, my money invested, interest collectin'</div><div>My collection of Chevrolets doubled</div><div>502 big block, anabolic steroid</div><div>That's motor car muscle, its running word to mother</div><div>Running like the little man on my Play Cloths duffle</div><div>King of the jungle, bear with us you niggas is Snuggle</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, til the next life</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah</div><div>Jet Life, Jet Life</div><div>The Return to the Winner's Circle, fool</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-46684931423404639372024-03-01T04:10:00.000-08:002024-03-01T04:10:04.175-08:00Empire Monopoly lyrics - Curren$y<div>Watchin boardwalk empire feelin inspired you can take it all over if you just tried it</div><div>So I tried it liked it got addicted to the square footages and home insurances</div><div>Best way to get to it is the self way do it for thou like what better time then right now</div><div>Bendin corners on these blocks makin my rounds. Highed up. Baby girl love the way that I get down</div><div>This dat headband got a nigga royally high scratch headband we gone have to call this a crown</div><div>Paint water wet on the chevy might drown so fresh it almost wasn't ready</div><div>When you get yo shot make sure you aim steady</div><div>'Cause suckas gunnin fa yo spot the jack boys drew a bullseye on yo drop and you was still on da car lot</div><div>Them niggas ain't givin a fuck young killas ain't rememberin ya or respectin what you done in them streets</div><div>They just focused on themselves comin up some pimpin gorillas some chimps some chumps</div><div>Monkey shit in occasions those not actin they ages got the story first hand from my incarcerated scarfaces speakin in coded language on visitation</div><div>In no form am I a criminal but never was sure what my friends was gettin into</div><div>DVD title menu on the flat for 4 hours because fell asleep beneath the sour</div><div>In the crib yo bitch want me to take her like a shower</div><div>No one man should have all dat</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-739423234315579042024-03-01T04:09:00.001-08:002024-03-01T04:09:38.873-08:00Frost lyrics - Curren$y<div>Jet Life, that's all, playa</div><div>Fresh weed in a glass jar, playa</div><div>Not the body, Vampire Slayer</div><div>Pull up strains like the guitar player</div><div>John Mayer, body shaking, body snatcher</div><div>Undertaker, come pick the track up, cause this was a massacre</div><div>Spitta done beat the beat right side, left, and everywhere but backwards</div><div>Holy mackerel, I'm low in the Malibu two-door, listening to Dizzee Rascal</div><div>Right up your avenue, fly as a parachute, high as a paratroop-er</div><div>Before he deployed</div><div>You ain't a D-boy, you's a fuckin' decoy</div><div>You ain't Bruce Lee, nor Bruce Leroy</div><div>Can't kick it, Bruce Bruce, you's a comedy, boy, yeah</div><div>My mission here is to destroy the wackness</div><div>On all facets, from all factions</div><div>Fools are all papers, you suckerish ashin's</div><div>Cash out, nigga, that casino magic</div><div>My girl from Cincinnati, my weed from Cali</div><div>Feel the blitz, like the O-line was happening</div><div>High Times, evergreen pine, we snappin' trees in half, and use that to make hash with</div><div>Habit of having my paper straight</div><div>Holding it down, I'm a paperweight</div><div>Knock-off baller, your paper fake</div><div>You fallin' off, and I'm home plate safe</div><div>How else can I call it than how I see it?</div><div>Can't say your name, cause I ain't see ya</div><div>Flow cold, inside door of the freezer</div><div>Fo' hoes chose, but I'm in a two-seater</div><div>Follow in a cab, or I'll catch you next weekend</div><div>Either way, baby girl, a nigga ain't trippin'</div><div>Pleading, please, I'm peeling off</div><div>Now you realize you was dealing with a boss</div><div>Never took the ride, but you took the loss</div><div>Got your friend in my drive with the top taken off</div><div>At the crib, her top get taken off</div><div>And she can share the details when she wakes tomorrow</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeahh</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-49676954324226667842024-03-01T04:09:00.000-08:002024-03-01T04:09:03.346-08:00Record Deals lyrics - Curren$y<div>They be on tables like poker chips</div><div>Dangled in front you by suits who assume you to be a two-bit hustler</div><div>Hasty moves</div><div>From the cradle to the grave might be a short walk, real talk</div><div>It's just a matter of ink</div><div>So many people in your ear you can't hear yourself think</div><div>Your homies like do that shit</div><div>Your old heads say you need to let somebody read through that shit</div><div>Call up a lawyer, but an arm and a leg it cost ya just to walk through the office</div><div>Consultation charges, end up taking bigger bites than your portion</div><div>And you was just online looking at Porsches</div><div>Now you're feeling tight hot garbage, cus your check being garnished</div><div>No cool gray area about it, executives is black hearted</div><div>They could care less about repossessions, disconnected cell phones</div><div>Or evictions from apartments</div><div>It's no country for artists</div><div>Trap floor under the carpet, figured you'll fall for it</div><div>Cus you're struggling and you're starving, that don't mean you're stupid</div><div>Reverse the game, pull the rug from them losers, carve your own lane</div><div>Stay true to your music</div><div>I'm watching myself do it</div><div>I saw somebody else get close to it</div><div>But you know how it is, the good die young mostly over bullshit</div><div>Record deals</div><div><br /></div><div>Record deals, record deals</div><div>Record deals, record deals</div><div>Record deals, record deals</div><div>Record deals, record deals</div><div>Record deals, record deals</div><div>Record deals, record deals</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-34910650927761007042024-03-01T04:08:00.001-08:002024-03-01T04:08:42.230-08:00Moon & Stars Remix lyrics - Curren$y<div>So I ride, I lean, I crawl</div><div>Do it better than them all</div><div>Let the road be my guide</div><div>As I glide in candy cars</div><div>Underneath the moon and the stars</div><div><br /></div><div>[Big KRIT:]</div><div>Yeah, yo, my digital dash, as I mash on the gas</div><div>Don't know where I'm going fast, but I'm going there</div><div>Stop at the club, forever sure there's some hoes in there</div><div>Shaking they ass, looking for players with dough to share, but that ain't me though</div><div>Before I trick on a bust-it baby, I'm outta the do'</div><div>If you are looking for saving shawty, I'm not your hero</div><div>More like a guide</div><div>I can take you where you want, would you look in my eye?</div><div>Like you supposed to, cold enough to froze ya</div><div>Talking bout that pimping you already been exposed to</div><div>Far from being sober, let's travel into space while</div><div>Puffing on this Yoda, glowing like a lightsaber</div><div>Doing what the grownups do</div><div>Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon to you</div><div>Cause backstabbing betrayers divide, don't listen to</div><div>Cause they front, but they don't, do what I do</div><div>Cause they will never ever be pimps</div><div><br /></div><div>So I ride, I lean, I crawl</div><div>Do it better than them all</div><div>Let the road be my guide</div><div>As I glide in candy cars</div><div>Underneath the moon and the stars</div><div><br /></div><div>[Killa Kyleon:]</div><div>Laid back on that butterscotch</div><div>Got my paint lookin' peppermint</div><div>Pull up pacin on pokers, puffin' that purple it's evident</div><div>Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars in my evidence</div><div>Louie V don't see haters no focus cuz they irrelevant</div><div>Comin' thru like the president/Wave at my boppers n droppers</div><div>I let my trunk do the jump n they flag us down n they stop us</div><div>Flock us like waka. Like tv shows they watch us. you see these hoes?</div><div>Mesmerized like khalifa Pulled up in a slab do you see these fours</div><div>This ain't no Taaka, this purple drink. Do you see me pour?</div><div>And my cup got them double stacks like that X/do u see me roll?</div><div>Paint wet like it's aroused,So high i can kiss the clouds</div><div>I roll up them sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin Yao</div><div>I'm stuck on this country shit I'm southern just like the college</div><div>Neck bones, cornbread, candy yams, and my greens collard</div><div>Crawlin just like a toddler pradas pushin them pedals down</div><div>Jackers keep me in magneto mode, I keep that medal 'round</div><div><br /></div><div>So I ride, I lean, I crawl</div><div>Do it better than them all</div><div>Let the road be my guide</div><div>As I glide in candy cars</div><div>Underneath the moon and the stars</div><div><br /></div><div>[Curren$y:]</div><div>I be obliged if you stepped outside</div><div>Smokin' that bum ass shit bitch</div><div>You get no play in this ride</div><div>Butta' soft high</div><div>They built many 'vettes after mine but I think they did it best in '89</div><div>Idlin' at the red light mindin' my business</div><div>Holdin' my weed low with a slight crack in my windows</div><div>Playin' all three of my mirrors</div><div>I ain't nervous</div><div>But I'm certain that them devils tryin' to get me</div><div>Cause I'm swervin' banging curbs</div><div>And they can't stand to see me with it</div><div>But it don't stop just provoke me</div><div>More to drop my top</div><div>Now be planetarium status</div><div>Flickin' ashes in the big dippa'</div><div>You ain't as high as me mista</div><div>Eye screwin' your sista' from a fifty foot distance</div><div>Now she missin' caught up in a twista', Tropicana</div><div>Pour me up a glass of tang</div><div>Roll up some of that NASA, mane</div><div><br /></div><div>So I ride, I lean, I crawl</div><div>Do it better than them all</div><div>Let the road be my guide</div><div>As I glide in candy cars</div><div>Underneath the moon and the stars</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-20067843975586107412024-03-01T04:08:00.000-08:002024-03-01T04:08:18.795-08:00Role Model lyrics - Curren$y<div>Uh</div><div>Nothing but</div><div>Tell the truth, do I?</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been in the game, OG</div><div>Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it</div><div>Prophetized by the perpetually high poet</div><div>I've been through it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners</div><div>Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes</div><div>Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind</div><div>Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find</div><div>The story of a man who drew his own guidelines</div><div>Inspirational, ain't it?</div><div>The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em</div><div>Professional brushstrokes on canvasses</div><div>Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid</div><div>Blew my high when you came in with them cameras</div><div>Questions and peanuts, galleries and suggestions</div><div>I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool</div><div>But we got our own beat to walk to, fool!</div><div><br /></div><div>Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle</div><div>Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?</div><div>To the kid that chose me to follow</div><div>Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas</div><div><br /></div><div>Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle</div><div>Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model?</div><div>To the kid that chose me to follow</div><div>Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas</div><div><br /></div><div>Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea</div><div>Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners</div><div>To the kid that chose me to follow</div><div>Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas</div><div>Thievin' ass bitches, lyin' ass partners... yea</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-10802371680950562122024-03-01T04:07:00.001-08:002024-03-01T04:07:50.306-08:00Paydayss lyrics - Curren$y<div>Another day's dollar, holla if you hear me</div><div>Chillin' by one of my baddest bitch's older sisters</div><div>You know how them hoes be pretendin'</div><div>That they so close and kindred to that jet pimpin', give them all that 4/20 vision</div><div>One spoke up on my stroke and the other one got defensive</div><div>They both figurin' out they both getting dicked down, kill em with my old schools</div><div>Bitch you car sick, huh? Chevy man see me in that Corsica</div><div>Or a GT Berreta, nigga low as fuck</div><div>If I'm not on tour Pimpin', I ain't doing much</div><div>Except rolling up, building scale model low rider trucks</div><div>In my Jet Study where I keep my books</div><div>Pilot Loft, each entry, each verse, each hook</div><div>About the shit I really saw and the chances I really took</div><div>Cars I really drove, women that really chose</div><div>No Phantom over here Pimpin', Cinnamon on my rolls</div><div>Breakfast, first-class flight from New Orleans to Houston Texas</div><div>Flight time 45 minutes 37 seconds</div><div>Wheels up to wheels down last time I checked it for the record</div><div>Flow deadly and alot of niggas respect it on a daily</div><div>Creating these speaker blessings</div><div>At the car wash, they finishin' my tire dressing</div><div>I'm on the conference call discussin' how my merch selling</div><div>Loot in coming for all directions</div><div>You want to mention 'no hustlers', but never play the cut with us</div><div>I got my numbers up, countin' in the sky</div><div>Burning doobies in the coupe, D.W. high</div><div><br /></div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-39248296292410976162024-03-01T04:07:00.000-08:002024-03-01T04:07:17.748-08:00Jets @ Your Neck lyrics - Curren$y<div>Jet life jet life jet life jet life</div><div><br /></div><div>[Curren$y:]</div><div>Yeah, G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went</div><div>A decorated veteran</div><div>My bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy</div><div>I say fuck it baby girl we gon' let him live</div><div>Too much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball</div><div>Brand new socks and long jon draws I want it all</div><div>My young nigga told y'all it's getting cold out here dog</div><div><br /></div><div>Bundle up motherfuck being the runner-up</div><div>4 niggas deep though number one is us</div><div>Text homie and tell him his number's up</div><div>You services are no longer needed</div><div>Rocka bye baby word to Kesha</div><div>Broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape</div><div>Many a track has met his fate at the hands of Spitta Andretti</div><div>Them niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking</div><div>Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me</div><div>I done it how my triple O showed me</div><div>Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me</div><div>The climb was lonely</div><div>Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet</div><div>2</div><div>Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool</div><div><br /></div><div>[Trademark da Skydiver:]</div><div>Sharvees on my feet</div><div>Cacky LRG jets fitted trees sticky</div><div>Just riding around the city smoking O's like fifties</div><div>Mind on a milli</div><div>Eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me</div><div>Fuck 'em, I just duck 'em like the bitch that was just with me</div><div>Simply I'm on a level where these lames can't gain no entry</div><div>Yeah, I stay high I dont fly on empty</div><div>Fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy</div><div>Life of a jet bad bitches and good weed</div><div>Fast cars and glass jars of sour D's</div><div>Uhh TMSD the SV</div><div>Hover over land lovers like a G3</div><div>Jets nigga from the net to the TV</div><div>We came up quick and made this shit look easy</div><div>Yeah, now they go in cop my CDs</div><div>Put 'em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking</div><div>Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me</div><div>I done it how my triple O showed me</div><div>Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me</div><div>The climb was lonely</div><div>Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet</div><div>2</div><div>Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool</div><div><br /></div><div>[Young Roddy:]</div><div>And it's jets over everything</div><div>I put that on everything</div><div>We been doing our thing anyway</div><div>Nigga slash anywhere</div><div>First let me twist this up I'mma tell my driver take me there</div><div>Secondly and back to back in and out I came prepared</div><div>Flashback dejavu coulda swore I saw this shit right here</div><div>Marley told me kill this shit just don't forget your niggas here</div><div>Bet I won't I done see blood sweat so many tears</div><div>Bet I blow</div><div>That's a fact point blank period</div><div>Break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air</div><div>Slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it</div><div>Show your right I keep it real</div><div>Something I'm familiar with</div><div>Money coming, money going</div><div>Man I keep on peeling it</div><div>DFA</div><div>My jet set camp</div><div><br /></div><div>Cats I get my millis with</div><div>But really though what's really good</div><div>She know I been the shit</div><div>She smell me dog, she dig my style, gangsta and gentlemen</div><div>I'm good life, my jet insurance keep me with benefits</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking</div><div>Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me</div><div>I done it how my triple O showed me</div><div>Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me</div><div>The climb was lonely</div><div>Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet</div><div>2</div><div>Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool</div><div><br /></div><div>[Whizz:]</div><div>Street Whizzy money,hoes and Jet clothing</div><div>Blowing on that fruity pebble shit that have your throat chokin'</div><div>We ain't trippin' in this section full of cloud 9 floaters</div><div>It's a crush I'm up in my zone, and you already know this</div><div>See my grind, it's all up in my mind to come up with designs</div><div>That attack a nigga mental, now they keeping off my rhyme</div><div>It's finesse, it ain't nothing less cause I don't waste the time</div><div>Steady zippin' through the city money gettin' it I'm fly</div><div>If you look up in the air you will not see me I'm so high</div><div>Picture perfect when I glide it's like a nerf up in the sky</div><div>Twisting turning ya holdin position for my landing, acrobat</div><div>Blink a eye and miss a act, stacks up in the leather sack</div><div>Food Saver bag sealed up, that tropic winter pack</div><div>Jet and my perfection, but the method is to get it back</div><div>Bitches don't know how to act, they drooling on a nigga dick</div><div>Swagger out of space, all in the clique, you need a membership. YEAH</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-15483149549498499092024-02-23T22:14:00.000-08:002024-02-23T22:14:41.927-08:00Pilot Talk II (2010)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8Lh6C200wPPUBkxvCdXYz3H1uieiqmwP_S56UP4tHYrbKpMEp1dZVH5pbcJ69bkuUh3NsN3MvCeiUcyasa8J4Ic0RZ-GPsVNkWCMFKI4CMQKgH0pUHfBcuziuGR222en8_p65p6RuXqgNEp0yPjgHNxe2aZIZvXGVAwJXbLkj8NhyphenhyphenQZCbIQV3vu3YAY/s1000/Pilot%20Talk%20II.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8Lh6C200wPPUBkxvCdXYz3H1uieiqmwP_S56UP4tHYrbKpMEp1dZVH5pbcJ69bkuUh3NsN3MvCeiUcyasa8J4Ic0RZ-GPsVNkWCMFKI4CMQKgH0pUHfBcuziuGR222en8_p65p6RuXqgNEp0yPjgHNxe2aZIZvXGVAwJXbLkj8NhyphenhyphenQZCbIQV3vu3YAY/s320/Pilot%20Talk%20II.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/airborne-aquarium-lyrics-curreny.html">Airborne Aquarium</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/michael-knight-lyrics-curreny.html">Michael Knight</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/montreux-lyrics-curreny.html">Montreux</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/famous-lyrics-curreny.html">Famous</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/flight-briefing-lyrics-curreny-feat.html">Flight Briefing</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/a-gee-lyrics-curreny.html">A Gee</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/real-estates-lyrics-curreny-feat-dom.html">Real Estates</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/silence-lyrics-curreny-feat-mckenzie.html">Silence</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/hold-on-lyrics-curreny-feat-young-roddy.html">Hold On</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/fashionably-late-lyrics-curreny-feat.html">Fashionably Late</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/highed-up-lyrics-curreny.html">Highed Up</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/ogthe-jam-lyrics-curreny-feat-fiend.html">O.G...(The Jam)</a></li><li><a href="https://currencylyrics.blogspot.com/2024/02/michael-knight-remix-lyrics-curreny.html">Michael Knight (Remix)</a></li></ul></div><p></p>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666265191602550763.post-54517336046026254352024-02-23T22:11:00.000-08:002024-02-23T22:11:03.140-08:00Airborne Aquarium lyrics - Curren$y<div>Haha, yeauh</div><div>Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life, fool</div><div>Turn it up some</div><div>Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life</div><div>Yeauh, eauh</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it</div><div>When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches</div><div>Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture</div><div>Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes</div><div>But she already know before she touch my Chevy door</div><div>Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows</div><div>No square shall enter in the circle of winners</div><div>Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through</div><div>Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues</div><div>Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru</div><div>But look what it came to, something that amazes you</div><div>Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you</div><div>Baby blue sole. These white 11, '96</div><div>No retro card came with this</div><div>Same year, my Impala with the floor shift</div><div>4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured</div><div>Shawty body choco-latte; Russell Stovers</div><div>Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over</div><div>Polo sweater, Teddy bear hanging off her shoulder</div><div>No care, over here, so we put it in the air</div><div>Walking 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere</div><div>That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table</div><div>We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good</div><div>If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it</div><div>Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list</div><div>In these bars, I granted its deathwish</div><div>Legendary lay-up. Jordan with the right-left switch</div><div>Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai</div><div>Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride</div><div>'87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it</div><div>Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump</div><div>That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed</div><div>Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last</div><div>Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don't check bags</div><div>I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past</div><div>Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass</div><div>Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum</div><div>Doors open like a pendulum swinging</div><div>Rock in my Jetset Emblem</div><div>Fool, it's the serve, like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon</div><div>The car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin</div><div>Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin'</div><div>From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin</div><div>Not pillin', just element twistin'</div><div>From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin</div><div>From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin</div><div>Yeauhh</div>diohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059825244128616488noreply@blogger.com0