Hey yo, oh
A yoh for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch
I've been to Maine and I am still stainless
See this car vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these bees human fashion painless
Cellphone my bitch to auctions cat paintings
Gotta have a more than cain load me to debatings
Just x nares fifth crack lacerations
Dope.. motherfucker catch up, the girls eyes..
Heard about that spiter's stroke and she won't be next up
Only man talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up
Let's go press up, I've been the cut
Got a can of ozzie I'm in the truck
Fresh cut, word the Gucci man photo shoot
Spinning in your city homie and sending whose through
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young
Well I stay for my child when I'm nigger sky blazing
And look how I've changed I'm.. whose than ladies
And look hard time.. don't hook this to Mercedes
And I mean that.. bull was kinda crazy
But I was too focus on getting bread..
Now they're telling all of those DJ's to play me
Mama sent me down and told me all about the hazey
My miracle I was dream like money's just a baby
The niggers turn freaky, visions turn shady
But no more great days, I wake up out amazing
Purple gaze give me lazy eyes like my grady
And as on everything that dirty first raised me
And as on everything that I did is in all flavors
Practices makes perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's fuck you baby, I've been ranned out of papers
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young
I always plan my position,.. like a sinner
Money on my mind, the bank account getting bigger
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the niggers,
Surrounded by these bitches I'm far from..
And these planes need g when they're starting to look suspicious
Getting on the planes every time I get conventional
I'm paying no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purpose's so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Just said we're here, hitting the can from all angles
You got it in the choke call is more like a sprinkle
You say I want it the best and I ain't ever dropped a single
My flow won point, you can tell from the..
Christmas act of trees, I'm smoking..
.. Try to keep it real, I am nowhere near plane
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the land hole
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young.
Fashionably Late lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Deelow)
[Hook x2:]
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
[Verse 1:]
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, we all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinnin’
I told all my folks that I’d be comin’ back with it
Now ask ‘em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers choppin’ business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful shit, editin’ rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
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 fuckin’ wit’
Spitta won't have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I’m just hustlin’
Without cocaine smugglin’ 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
[Hook x2]
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
[Verse 1:]
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, we all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinnin’
I told all my folks that I’d be comin’ back with it
Now ask ‘em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers choppin’ business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful shit, editin’ rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
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 fuckin’ wit’
Spitta won't have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I’m just hustlin’
Without cocaine smugglin’ 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
[Hook x2]
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
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
[Chorus x2]
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
[Chorus x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
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
[Chorus x2]
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
[Chorus x2]
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)
[Intro:]
Uh
Scoo do do do do do do
Racecars and Weed Jars
Nigga
[Verse 1:]
I got a style for every bump in ya face,
Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case
You Know, I'm bowtied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69,
so quick off the line,
Coin double side,
but no matter what, we heads up,
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should
be aware of us,
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya 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 is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky,
But babygirl, 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
[Hook:]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
[Verse 2:]
And the view from the Rockin chair improve,
but I have yet to see a team fuckin with the crew,
Near and far, saw it all, Wideframe,
Everything with Wangs ain't a plane mayne,
Indo get rolled up like car windows,
Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows,
the wind blown in changed, and I am not mad
Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta find a style fast,
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan,
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin in desert sands,
Alive I stand, never dead; though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky...
Fool
[Hook]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
[Verse 3:]
Definitely dress down, and everybody here know it,
Yo, A snow white aston on a ground with a poet,
Know as the kid who told you to come to the crib,
Threw a bag on your lap, and told you don't blow the kids,
We mealed up, actually my flowing is real tough,
Sport these gazelles, faded leather or real rough,
Bank account, dont even question,
Spent all my money last year buying shear investments,
Marvelous gangsta, new york nigga, make me shank something,
Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffing,
All my life, six black kids stole a rifle, kick dice and strip you and slice you,
So listen young niggas, Ima give you some jewels quick,
Don't ever rat your friends out, you'll stand in a pool of shit,
Looking like a crab ass faggot, sooner or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets,
Achets,
Yea.........
Uh
Scoo do do do do do do
Racecars and Weed Jars
Nigga
[Verse 1:]
I got a style for every bump in ya face,
Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case
You Know, I'm bowtied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69,
so quick off the line,
Coin double side,
but no matter what, we heads up,
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should
be aware of us,
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya 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 is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky,
But babygirl, 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
[Hook:]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
[Verse 2:]
And the view from the Rockin chair improve,
but I have yet to see a team fuckin with the crew,
Near and far, saw it all, Wideframe,
Everything with Wangs ain't a plane mayne,
Indo get rolled up like car windows,
Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows,
the wind blown in changed, and I am not mad
Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta find a style fast,
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan,
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin in desert sands,
Alive I stand, never dead; though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky...
Fool
[Hook]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
[Verse 3:]
Definitely dress down, and everybody here know it,
Yo, A snow white aston on a ground with a poet,
Know as the kid who told you to come to the crib,
Threw a bag on your lap, and told you don't blow the kids,
We mealed up, actually my flowing is real tough,
Sport these gazelles, faded leather or real rough,
Bank account, dont even question,
Spent all my money last year buying shear investments,
Marvelous gangsta, new york nigga, make me shank something,
Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffing,
All my life, six black kids stole a rifle, kick dice and strip you and slice you,
So listen young niggas, Ima give you some jewels quick,
Don't ever rat your friends out, you'll stand in a pool of shit,
Looking like a crab ass faggot, sooner or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets,
Achets,
Yea.........
"Pilot Talk" (2010)
- Example lyrics - Curren$y
- Audio Dope II lyrics - Curren$y
- King Kong lyrics - Curren$y
- Seat Change lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Snoop Dogg)
- Breakfast lyrics - Curren$y
- Roasted lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver, Young Roddy)
- Skybourne lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA)
- The Hangover lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mikey Rocks)
- The Day lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jay Electronica, Mos Def)
- Prioritize (Beeper Bill) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Nesby Phips)
- Chilled Coughphee lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Devin the Dude)
- Address lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Stalley)
- Life Under The Scope lyrics - Curren$y
Example lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
And
Where...
Haven't...
We...
Been yet
Uh
They look up the Jets
You can't stop ma plane
Nigga you can't do a thang
Uh machete sharp
My dream's to recognize the Ferrari's heart
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Never let 'em play you
Fuck 'em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running thru my shoes
For the day that I can kick 'em off
Relax
I said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laugh
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shhhhl, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Sucker ? ya'll stuck to them digits
Wonder why I won't eat with ya
Bauss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
I shook the dice and rolled
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I get busy
You think you know but ain't sure
Fool.
And
Where...
Haven't...
We...
Been yet
Uh
They look up the Jets
You can't stop ma plane
Nigga you can't do a thang
Uh machete sharp
My dream's to recognize the Ferrari's heart
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Never let 'em play you
Fuck 'em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running thru my shoes
For the day that I can kick 'em off
Relax
I said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laugh
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shhhhl, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Sucker ? ya'll stuck to them digits
Wonder why I won't eat with ya
Bauss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
I shook the dice and rolled
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I get busy
You think you know but ain't sure
Fool.
Audio Dope II lyrics - Curren$y
Yea.
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Fool
Spitta get this whole shit jumpin like
Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton
The small things keep me different from these fools
Pull my draw strings
Keep my sweats off of my shoes
I'm a dawg mang keep my paws clean
I ain't fuckin with you at all
Lames is your whole set
Please don't recognize ya'll
Independent acrobatic
Make that loo sommersault
Rememberin my license and restrictions in my moms car
Came a long way
But I don't got time to be
Sittin at the dock of the bay
Wastin every second
Money can be made out a rhyme
I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out the beat until it die
Call CSI
I got um runnin scared tryna catch up
57 heinz gregory the dance legend
Make music I'm steppin out
At a major event
Best dressed in attendance
And I never left the house
Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?
Greens rolled under the gazzibo
Lemonade level vodka
Badgamon playin Keno
Musical Mafia
Loaded bases bring my Team home I'm the great bambino
Roulette wheels in the casino
Fat max scammin off the top
But that's the game we in
What you gone do about it huh?
Sacrifice and hit the independent prolly not?
They not like me.
That's why they don't like me
Me I'm like Lee
In my trilla in between
Scenes got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Break your foot tryna kick it like I kick it
Kill yourself tryna live how I'm livin
SPITTA
Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?
(All around the world the same song
Cali buzz strong it's that love phase gone
So high tell my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stays gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it and then keep a straight face punk!)
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Fool
Spitta get this whole shit jumpin like
Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton
The small things keep me different from these fools
Pull my draw strings
Keep my sweats off of my shoes
I'm a dawg mang keep my paws clean
I ain't fuckin with you at all
Lames is your whole set
Please don't recognize ya'll
Independent acrobatic
Make that loo sommersault
Rememberin my license and restrictions in my moms car
Came a long way
But I don't got time to be
Sittin at the dock of the bay
Wastin every second
Money can be made out a rhyme
I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out the beat until it die
Call CSI
I got um runnin scared tryna catch up
57 heinz gregory the dance legend
Make music I'm steppin out
At a major event
Best dressed in attendance
And I never left the house
Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?
Greens rolled under the gazzibo
Lemonade level vodka
Badgamon playin Keno
Musical Mafia
Loaded bases bring my Team home I'm the great bambino
Roulette wheels in the casino
Fat max scammin off the top
But that's the game we in
What you gone do about it huh?
Sacrifice and hit the independent prolly not?
They not like me.
That's why they don't like me
Me I'm like Lee
In my trilla in between
Scenes got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Break your foot tryna kick it like I kick it
Kill yourself tryna live how I'm livin
SPITTA
Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?
(All around the world the same song
Cali buzz strong it's that love phase gone
So high tell my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stays gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it and then keep a straight face punk!)
King Kong lyrics - Curren$y
Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga,
Everybody around this bitch got money,
We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up
[VERSE 1]
Holla a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin bout
Uh, Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million, lookin out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive linebackin' homie who gon' block em
[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
[VERSE 2]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin the partition so the driver won't bother me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I'm comin back for it
[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Everybody around this bitch got money,
We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up
[VERSE 1]
Holla a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin bout
Uh, Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million, lookin out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive linebackin' homie who gon' block em
[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
[VERSE 2]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin the partition so the driver won't bother me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I'm comin back for it
[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Seat Change lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool)
What it was
What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding off they weddin' rings)
Uncork the champagne (Yeah)
And she just wanna ride with a G (Yeah)
[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
(Yeah, Yeah, Fool)
Fresh out the time machine, I step
Mercedes Benz SL5, the rides kept
I play the field with stiff arms and side steps
Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep
Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept
When I mention my intentions were to step
Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me
We've got history
I know I still can be, fool
And women I've been with know it's true
No matter what I got goin'
Saw me wit my mang thang
Still got my number she textin' my phone,
She just wanna ride with a G
I can't knock her
For fuckin with these imposters,
Lower case G's, little me's
Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed,
My budd covered in fuzz
But not surrounded by the police
[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Playa, playa, lay a, spraya
On the real loco
I should be the mayor
Compassionate, rare
Fly to a spider
Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper
My cipher is G's
No fleas, green trees
No seeds, oh please
We press, we ease
Artistically in a midst of me
I'm mystically and magical
The weight I form the group
Makes a move I mean cuz my shit is like classical
It blows my mind and I know
This new diamond I quote
It's worth about a mil ticket
Baby is ya down to come get it?
Cause my seat is unoccupied
West coast livin' is you down to ride?
We can take ya to the spot maybe,
But it's hot baby
From the bottom all the way to the top, baby
You with the boss dogg, that it is
See I'm bout the currency with urgency
Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool)
What it was
What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding off they weddin' rings)
Uncork the champagne (Yeah)
And she just wanna ride with a G (Yeah)
[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
(Yeah, Yeah, Fool)
Fresh out the time machine, I step
Mercedes Benz SL5, the rides kept
I play the field with stiff arms and side steps
Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep
Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept
When I mention my intentions were to step
Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me
We've got history
I know I still can be, fool
And women I've been with know it's true
No matter what I got goin'
Saw me wit my mang thang
Still got my number she textin' my phone,
She just wanna ride with a G
I can't knock her
For fuckin with these imposters,
Lower case G's, little me's
Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed,
My budd covered in fuzz
But not surrounded by the police
[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Playa, playa, lay a, spraya
On the real loco
I should be the mayor
Compassionate, rare
Fly to a spider
Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper
My cipher is G's
No fleas, green trees
No seeds, oh please
We press, we ease
Artistically in a midst of me
I'm mystically and magical
The weight I form the group
Makes a move I mean cuz my shit is like classical
It blows my mind and I know
This new diamond I quote
It's worth about a mil ticket
Baby is ya down to come get it?
Cause my seat is unoccupied
West coast livin' is you down to ride?
We can take ya to the spot maybe,
But it's hot baby
From the bottom all the way to the top, baby
You with the boss dogg, that it is
See I'm bout the currency with urgency
Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
[Chorus]
Breakfast lyrics - Curren$y
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant
with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin
or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
they only after ya bread them fuckin birds
you think they like your haircut fair enough
live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
and back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
and stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the bahamas
mama it's either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser
download or updated NBA roster play?
two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin off
brand muthafuckas odd numba you are not even on my level
write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
can't catch me sleepin you ear hustlin muthafucka
and I'm eatin creepin with my side
bitch hope I don't ge caught cheatin New Orleans
dis morning new york in this evening squintin
they eyes and shit they can't see him fly in the house
buzzin them bugs can't be him elegible letters in my leger
they can't read him smilin money pilein I'm cheesin odometer
broken I ain't know that I was speedin fast livin slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburg niggas ? V Diablo 96 ? Daniel son crane kick
with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin
or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
they only after ya bread them fuckin birds
you think they like your haircut fair enough
live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
and back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
and stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the bahamas
mama it's either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser
download or updated NBA roster play?
two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin off
brand muthafuckas odd numba you are not even on my level
write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
can't catch me sleepin you ear hustlin muthafucka
and I'm eatin creepin with my side
bitch hope I don't ge caught cheatin New Orleans
dis morning new york in this evening squintin
they eyes and shit they can't see him fly in the house
buzzin them bugs can't be him elegible letters in my leger
they can't read him smilin money pilein I'm cheesin odometer
broken I ain't know that I was speedin fast livin slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburg niggas ? V Diablo 96 ? Daniel son crane kick
Roasted lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver, Young Roddy)
[Trademark Da Skydiver]
It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
You know what I rep and I'm one of the best
Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
That's damn near I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin for breath
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
But I don't know too many niggas with silent success
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin a sweat
[Chorus x2]
I'm just laid back chillin posted
Living like a villian mostly
High off this purple shit
No lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted
Money bitches
.....
Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
[Curren$y]
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
They takin shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
Lames know what I claim
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
Seats butter boogets
Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed
Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap
They squeeze these lemons they selves
The hearts of women melt
When trilla lyrics are felt
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash leon phelps
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
Get it crackin like lobsters ice vodka in the ...
[Chorus x2]
[Young Roddy]
???
[Chorus x2]
It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
You know what I rep and I'm one of the best
Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
That's damn near I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin for breath
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
But I don't know too many niggas with silent success
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin a sweat
[Chorus x2]
I'm just laid back chillin posted
Living like a villian mostly
High off this purple shit
No lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted
Money bitches
.....
Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
[Curren$y]
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
They takin shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
Lames know what I claim
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
Seats butter boogets
Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed
Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap
They squeeze these lemons they selves
The hearts of women melt
When trilla lyrics are felt
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash leon phelps
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
Get it crackin like lobsters ice vodka in the ...
[Chorus x2]
[Young Roddy]
???
[Chorus x2]
Skybourne lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Box Chevy, No Tint
Floatin inside... aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us... Jet Setta's
I jointed the mile high club somewhere over texas
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black lexus
I told em put it all on spitta
Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's
Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that high grade
Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]
True vision and the impeccable timing
Shine so the blinded don't look twice
My Fresh don't it look nice
Yo DNA ain't the same pimp so naw you don't look right
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours...
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove all things
I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts
Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
If you ain't spending money then what did u call for
I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all spoke
The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Came through to conquer
We killin this since contra
No sponser and I'm smokin on a mini launcher
8 grams nigga fuck with me
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
I don't blow reggie bush, neva would
This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good
With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers
Definers, drop gems so timeless
Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ
Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat
Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars
And them bloggers like oh my gawd...
Smokee robinson, earl james, and george kush
Round table eatin pasta like mobsta's
Make a killin off sour D
They lied money really do grow off trees... yes
Box Chevy, No Tint
Floatin inside... aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us... Jet Setta's
I jointed the mile high club somewhere over texas
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black lexus
I told em put it all on spitta
Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's
Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that high grade
Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]
True vision and the impeccable timing
Shine so the blinded don't look twice
My Fresh don't it look nice
Yo DNA ain't the same pimp so naw you don't look right
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours...
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove all things
I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts
Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
If you ain't spending money then what did u call for
I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all spoke
The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Came through to conquer
We killin this since contra
No sponser and I'm smokin on a mini launcher
8 grams nigga fuck with me
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
I don't blow reggie bush, neva would
This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good
With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers
Definers, drop gems so timeless
Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ
Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat
Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars
And them bloggers like oh my gawd...
Smokee robinson, earl james, and george kush
Round table eatin pasta like mobsta's
Make a killin off sour D
They lied money really do grow off trees... yes
The Hangover lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mikey Rocks)
[Chorus:]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, AC on
Windows up, new shit playin'
What you sayin? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language,
Fluently speak it
And reject fools comin' in my lane with that weak shit,
That's how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don't lay down till the sunrise
[Chorus:]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out (run out)
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm in a fire twips (Twips)
High as hell (Man..)
I'm try'na nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you're takin it for hostage
Try'na put you on the game
Maybe you should watch it
They takin' trips to asp.
And flyin' kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
On the floor with the mascot
Dancin', fly as Helly Hansons on our shoulder blades,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
That's Italian go there
I'm born if you peep the change
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
If we need the flame,
Drink until I gotta piss
Damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I'm drinkin'
And I'm out of it
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, AC on
Windows up, new shit playin'
What you sayin? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language,
Fluently speak it
And reject fools comin' in my lane with that weak shit,
That's how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don't lay down till the sunrise
[Chorus:]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out (run out)
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm in a fire twips (Twips)
High as hell (Man..)
I'm try'na nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you're takin it for hostage
Try'na put you on the game
Maybe you should watch it
They takin' trips to asp.
And flyin' kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
On the floor with the mascot
Dancin', fly as Helly Hansons on our shoulder blades,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
That's Italian go there
I'm born if you peep the change
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
If we need the flame,
Drink until I gotta piss
Damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I'm drinkin'
And I'm out of it
The Day lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jay Electronica, Mos Def)
Whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble
Brand new tires
Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks
I'm so sorry
If I don't look happy to be here
In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing
Yo the king closed his cloak
The set was overful
Such a excellent moment
So emotional
He rushed out on the field
So devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
So you show anyway
My momma told me was always call a spade a spade
Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav,
but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin
chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so
I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
Back to the thesis
To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold valleys
Dit knees with the creases
Pullin youngin by the coattails
Schoolin em who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
Cause I'm a throw my number up
I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bro
Can't see the forest full of trees
It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
Tell them boys their run is up
The king rose his and spoke
The set was overful
Such a beautiful moment
So emotional
They cried out on the field
So devoted for
Whole team champion they went postal cold
Power overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes and so you show anyway
We ready for anything
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble
Brand new tires
Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks
I'm so sorry
If I don't look happy to be here
In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing
Yo the king closed his cloak
The set was overful
Such a excellent moment
So emotional
He rushed out on the field
So devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
So you show anyway
My momma told me was always call a spade a spade
Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav,
but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin
chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so
I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
Back to the thesis
To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold valleys
Dit knees with the creases
Pullin youngin by the coattails
Schoolin em who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
Cause I'm a throw my number up
I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bro
Can't see the forest full of trees
It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
Tell them boys their run is up
The king rose his and spoke
The set was overful
Such a beautiful moment
So emotional
They cried out on the field
So devoted for
Whole team champion they went postal cold
Power overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes and so you show anyway
We ready for anything
The Day lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jay Electronica, Mos Def)
Whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble
Brand new tires
Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks
I'm so sorry
If I don't look happy to be here
In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing
Yo the king closed his cloak
The set was overful
Such a excellent moment
So emotional
He rushed out on the field
So devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
So you show anyway
My momma told me was always call a spade a spade
Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav,
but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin
chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so
I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
Back to the thesis
To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold valleys
Dit knees with the creases
Pullin youngin by the coattails
Schoolin em who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
Cause I'm a throw my number up
I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bro
Can't see the forest full of trees
It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
Tell them boys their run is up
The king rose his and spoke
The set was overful
Such a beautiful moment
So emotional
They cried out on the field
So devoted for
Whole team champion they went postal cold
Power overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes and so you show anyway
We ready for anything
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble
Brand new tires
Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks
I'm so sorry
If I don't look happy to be here
In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing
Yo the king closed his cloak
The set was overful
Such a excellent moment
So emotional
He rushed out on the field
So devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
So you show anyway
My momma told me was always call a spade a spade
Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav,
but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin
chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so
I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
Back to the thesis
To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold valleys
Dit knees with the creases
Pullin youngin by the coattails
Schoolin em who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
Cause I'm a throw my number up
I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bro
Can't see the forest full of trees
It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
Tell them boys their run is up
The king rose his and spoke
The set was overful
Such a beautiful moment
So emotional
They cried out on the field
So devoted for
Whole team champion they went postal cold
Power overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes and so you show anyway
We ready for anything
Prioritize (Beeper Bill) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Nesby Phips)
[Curren$y]
Ray Leather on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda
Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo
Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops
Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves
Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoe's jus followin' they noses, to my door its
no joke momma jus roll this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus wait
No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate
becuz I had fate certain
I can make it shake, like turbulence
sweet sugar babies all sleepin' in my nursery
Walkin', suckas go to shufflin', nervously
wont stop til I reside at the top permanently
Twenty-One joints burnin' for me
[Hook]
And if you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let yo paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper bill bitch
[Nesbey Phips]
This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is hah?, cuz I'm in first class makin' beats
Sippin cranberry, no liquor
deboard the plane, hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin'
even tho I'm a fall back nigga
but that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz
people do show love
fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
but leave them blunts in yo car, cuz we don't do those cuz
thats a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
now she, cookin' me breakfast after lustin' me for dinner
figure she won't lose cuz she fuckin' wit a winner
I told her game over to reset press enter
[Hook]
[Curren$y]
Mission Impossible completed
obstacles are obstacle illusions, we don't really see 'em
They put rules in place cuz y'all need 'em
Some people are like sheep
I got no mercy for the weak
especially when niggas next to me, ain't ready to eat
I put 'em in position to get them, I'm gettin' me
Louisana traveler twistband
lookin for my music, is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
kawasaki ninja on the kickstand
any minute I'm Audi
Like 4 rings, true and engineering ya got me
Bitches longin' to be by me
Hypnotic karate
Talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy
From these verbal massages, highed up
Astrologist, smokin' wit yo goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this
[Hook]
Ray Leather on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda
Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo
Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops
Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves
Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoe's jus followin' they noses, to my door its
no joke momma jus roll this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus wait
No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate
becuz I had fate certain
I can make it shake, like turbulence
sweet sugar babies all sleepin' in my nursery
Walkin', suckas go to shufflin', nervously
wont stop til I reside at the top permanently
Twenty-One joints burnin' for me
[Hook]
And if you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let yo paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper bill bitch
[Nesbey Phips]
This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is hah?, cuz I'm in first class makin' beats
Sippin cranberry, no liquor
deboard the plane, hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin'
even tho I'm a fall back nigga
but that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz
people do show love
fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
but leave them blunts in yo car, cuz we don't do those cuz
thats a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
now she, cookin' me breakfast after lustin' me for dinner
figure she won't lose cuz she fuckin' wit a winner
I told her game over to reset press enter
[Hook]
[Curren$y]
Mission Impossible completed
obstacles are obstacle illusions, we don't really see 'em
They put rules in place cuz y'all need 'em
Some people are like sheep
I got no mercy for the weak
especially when niggas next to me, ain't ready to eat
I put 'em in position to get them, I'm gettin' me
Louisana traveler twistband
lookin for my music, is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
kawasaki ninja on the kickstand
any minute I'm Audi
Like 4 rings, true and engineering ya got me
Bitches longin' to be by me
Hypnotic karate
Talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy
From these verbal massages, highed up
Astrologist, smokin' wit yo goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this
[Hook]
Chilled Coughphee lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Devin the Dude)
[Devin The Dude:]
I'm Puffin
I never get enough in
I never cook coke up on the stovetop
But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But it's trapped inside a rubber
Should I flush that hoe out?
To use again? Well it depends do I have another one
I cuss for fun
Too cool to have to buss a gun
I don't have to duck and run
I could fuck a bum up quick
But that's some tenth grade shit
And it's all about chillin smilin laughin
So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin
At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded
You rollin that billie jean bitch BEAT IT
And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most
Niggaz propose a toast from coast to coast
But it don't even matter whose the highest
Cause if it ain't dope
Their ain't no hope
They ain't gone buy it
[Curren$y:]
Yeeeaaa
Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess
GPS loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, Drinks pourred
Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll
I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old
And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe
Approach the closed do'
It crack open before my eyes
Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised
Cause I don't kick it on the low
With no bitches that don't get high
Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cause I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind
At your grandma's house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She question me for smellin like a pound
I'm Puffin
I never get enough in
I never cook coke up on the stovetop
But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But it's trapped inside a rubber
Should I flush that hoe out?
To use again? Well it depends do I have another one
I cuss for fun
Too cool to have to buss a gun
I don't have to duck and run
I could fuck a bum up quick
But that's some tenth grade shit
And it's all about chillin smilin laughin
So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin
At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded
You rollin that billie jean bitch BEAT IT
And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most
Niggaz propose a toast from coast to coast
But it don't even matter whose the highest
Cause if it ain't dope
Their ain't no hope
They ain't gone buy it
[Curren$y:]
Yeeeaaa
Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess
GPS loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, Drinks pourred
Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll
I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old
And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe
Approach the closed do'
It crack open before my eyes
Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised
Cause I don't kick it on the low
With no bitches that don't get high
Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cause I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind
At your grandma's house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She question me for smellin like a pound
Address lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Stalley)
Yeah, yeah
It's all good
It's all ready
Yeah, all ready understood
Ain't nothin
Still the same old, that's all
Ain't nothin change, fool
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, uhh, nigga for what
Get done with them suckers
When I'm high as fuck
And they under us
Catch ya crook and ya neck
I'm tryin' watch the jets
Mr.Tokyo drift, spin ya'in on a vet
Lookin' for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Wakin and bakin I need a greatest hits blastin
Petal mashin, paper twistin, scrape a engine
Rag racer, no 3D glasses just a high ass rapper
Spitta, nigga in the building
Nah I'm on the roof chillen
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don't know how to do it homie I'll school ya
Barrell roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers
Makin hot wheels outta hookahs,
Holdin it down like balloon strings
[Chorus]
Uhh, it's all good
Ain't gotta be said
It's all ready understood
Ain't nothin,
Ain't nothin' change but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin' change but the address
We still the same old niggas switchin the script
But we still playin' the same roll, that's all
Ain't nothin' changed but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin change
[Verse 2: Stalley]
Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day short
Night shorts, all girls sock shootin three's, lounge care
Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call em back tell my mama I make it
Not come place it with the life style
Feels good but it's hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after pickin through the pound
Whole perception done changed
Funny how at 3 how a flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinkin on
When I'm driftin in and out of herb clouds
Hangin on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me I'll be back don't trip
In the mirror with this shift kick
Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick
Plottin in the tropics thinkin' how I'm gone run ish
Back in the states when I'm leavin
[Chorus]
Yeahh nigga
Skibeatz
[beat fades out]
It's all good
It's all ready
Yeah, all ready understood
Ain't nothin
Still the same old, that's all
Ain't nothin change, fool
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, uhh, nigga for what
Get done with them suckers
When I'm high as fuck
And they under us
Catch ya crook and ya neck
I'm tryin' watch the jets
Mr.Tokyo drift, spin ya'in on a vet
Lookin' for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Wakin and bakin I need a greatest hits blastin
Petal mashin, paper twistin, scrape a engine
Rag racer, no 3D glasses just a high ass rapper
Spitta, nigga in the building
Nah I'm on the roof chillen
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don't know how to do it homie I'll school ya
Barrell roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers
Makin hot wheels outta hookahs,
Holdin it down like balloon strings
[Chorus]
Uhh, it's all good
Ain't gotta be said
It's all ready understood
Ain't nothin,
Ain't nothin' change but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin' change but the address
We still the same old niggas switchin the script
But we still playin' the same roll, that's all
Ain't nothin' changed but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin change
[Verse 2: Stalley]
Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day short
Night shorts, all girls sock shootin three's, lounge care
Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call em back tell my mama I make it
Not come place it with the life style
Feels good but it's hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after pickin through the pound
Whole perception done changed
Funny how at 3 how a flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinkin on
When I'm driftin in and out of herb clouds
Hangin on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me I'll be back don't trip
In the mirror with this shift kick
Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick
Plottin in the tropics thinkin' how I'm gone run ish
Back in the states when I'm leavin
[Chorus]
Yeahh nigga
Skibeatz
[beat fades out]
Life Under The Scope lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Yeah (Where haven't we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media... Press)
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity if I rest,
In between destinations a lil hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh,
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin',
Waitin on ya to contridict yaself
All be and edvict yourself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle aka wood in the bengals
And just my Wayans brothers in the prescence of danger,
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
Stay calm knowin' we belong on the top,
But we ain't trippin',
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss move me so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is,
Them niggas is bomb,
Throwin partise like yeah bitch come
They all at my art showin,
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mouse
[Chorus:]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everything is a test,
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press,
They just wann see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
[Verse 2:]
(Yeah)
Vintage any chance hangin' from the ceilin,
Naked beauties and blush pillows in em,
Incense and fresh linen,
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthins
The fake niggas it kills them,
And the Big homie said
That he "Still got visions of the rooftop."
As do I,
George, Jets and Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my I'm pala seat,
A New Orleans nigga,
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Skibeatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key
[Chorus]
Yeah (Where haven't we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media... Press)
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity if I rest,
In between destinations a lil hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh,
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin',
Waitin on ya to contridict yaself
All be and edvict yourself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle aka wood in the bengals
And just my Wayans brothers in the prescence of danger,
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
Stay calm knowin' we belong on the top,
But we ain't trippin',
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss move me so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is,
Them niggas is bomb,
Throwin partise like yeah bitch come
They all at my art showin,
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mouse
[Chorus:]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everything is a test,
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press,
They just wann see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
[Verse 2:]
(Yeah)
Vintage any chance hangin' from the ceilin,
Naked beauties and blush pillows in em,
Incense and fresh linen,
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthins
The fake niggas it kills them,
And the Big homie said
That he "Still got visions of the rooftop."
As do I,
George, Jets and Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my I'm pala seat,
A New Orleans nigga,
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Skibeatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key
[Chorus]
mixtape: "Smokee Robinson" (2010)
- Jordan 3's lyrics - Curren$y
- Reset lyrics - Curren$y
- Bout It lyrics - Curren$y
- The Candy Lady's Crib... lyrics - Curren$y
- Yet Another Story... lyrics - Curren$y
- I Don't Fucks With Em lyrics - Curren$y
- Monte Carlo Music lyrics - Curren$y
- Lemon Kush lyrics - Curren$y
- Damier Doobies lyrics - Curren$y
- Mazaltov lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Nesby Phips & Wiz Khalifa)
- Count My Money lyrics - Curren$y
- Audio Dope lyrics - Curren$y
- Life Under The Scope lyrics - Curren$y
- Stay Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fly Union)
Jordan 3's lyrics - Curren$y
I got keys comin from overseas
Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin
Talk the same shit I said different
That's the difference
Them niggas pussy footin
I got keys comin from overseas
Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin
Talk the same shit I said different
That's the difference
Them niggas pussy footin
I got keys comin from overseas
Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin
Talk the same shit I said different
That's the difference
Them niggas pussy footin
They ain't pimpin
Them bitches just looking and choosin when they see a winner
Smart decision
Could've been with throwback Jack
Still ridin spinners
Flyer than Delta
I can help ya
Get your weight up
Like the spotter raisin the bar and the plates up
Writin my raps by my trap bitch indicator
Ass too round and fat to be a fake one
I'm makin adjustments in preparations
While my program directors in my city
Are havin a sleep over in the station
Pluck my ashes
Refuse to ass kiss
Slow mo in a fast whip
No socks my Stan Smith's
Summer time in the Winter
I'm fine my nigga
Homeboy just livin
Yea
Comin at you live
Fly, wicked
So we can only kick it if you high
Bitches
Like they seen it before they recognize
I keep it G to a T
That is I
License my flyness
Drop jewels from the sky
That's my crib
Where I live
Walk with these
Jordan 3's
You'll be aight slick
Peel off like a New Era sticker
Out that bitch like a newborn my nigga
Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin
Talk the same shit I said different
That's the difference
Them niggas pussy footin
I got keys comin from overseas
Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin
Talk the same shit I said different
That's the difference
Them niggas pussy footin
I got keys comin from overseas
Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin
Talk the same shit I said different
That's the difference
Them niggas pussy footin
They ain't pimpin
Them bitches just looking and choosin when they see a winner
Smart decision
Could've been with throwback Jack
Still ridin spinners
Flyer than Delta
I can help ya
Get your weight up
Like the spotter raisin the bar and the plates up
Writin my raps by my trap bitch indicator
Ass too round and fat to be a fake one
I'm makin adjustments in preparations
While my program directors in my city
Are havin a sleep over in the station
Pluck my ashes
Refuse to ass kiss
Slow mo in a fast whip
No socks my Stan Smith's
Summer time in the Winter
I'm fine my nigga
Homeboy just livin
Yea
Comin at you live
Fly, wicked
So we can only kick it if you high
Bitches
Like they seen it before they recognize
I keep it G to a T
That is I
License my flyness
Drop jewels from the sky
That's my crib
Where I live
Walk with these
Jordan 3's
You'll be aight slick
Peel off like a New Era sticker
Out that bitch like a newborn my nigga
Reset lyrics - Curren$y
You niggaz is, cheap greens, artificial turf
Second in the presence of better, me first
Captain america, versus captain planet, I control the larger area
Super hero no cape, delta force in the third grade,
Now or laters, basketball cards in my school pants
How to be a player, got to ask then you can't afford the movie neighbor
Drop jewels like a buttterfinger watch maker
Money so old it deserve an in home caretaker
I been talking this shits for a minute, never been called out just been called that nigga
I paid dudes and I tipped em' I ain't trippin
Check yo' prescription, linches I'm not pippen
We both scoring, but mines more awesome
Bitches called him, we smell the weed in the air jordans, yeah
Over land... sea.air, scratch it off the list after I been there
Yeah, jets, everytime I drop bars the bar is reset
Stack change, and I didn't change, looking down on these fools
Balcony rap, I'm way too high for that, bullshit so save it neighbor I'm on my paper
Bitch what you think this is, I only fucking twice, girl what you think you did?
Ain't nobody throw rice, spitta, ninja, precise, slice
Overheat never, under pressure, sweat ice, what's pressure
I never felt pressure in my life, it's been a cake walk
Frosting on my nikes, don't let em' talk
Cut a hater wind short, chevrolet bowtie, tips on the end of my exhaust pipe
Bitches at the window pray they hear that sound every night
But I'm out baby, you my home girl but this not my house lady
Can't go for that, [?]
Fall through, get the cut, clean up, change clothes,
Adherent to the jet code, you know how we roll
Second in the presence of better, me first
Captain america, versus captain planet, I control the larger area
Super hero no cape, delta force in the third grade,
Now or laters, basketball cards in my school pants
How to be a player, got to ask then you can't afford the movie neighbor
Drop jewels like a buttterfinger watch maker
Money so old it deserve an in home caretaker
I been talking this shits for a minute, never been called out just been called that nigga
I paid dudes and I tipped em' I ain't trippin
Check yo' prescription, linches I'm not pippen
We both scoring, but mines more awesome
Bitches called him, we smell the weed in the air jordans, yeah
Over land... sea.air, scratch it off the list after I been there
Yeah, jets, everytime I drop bars the bar is reset
Stack change, and I didn't change, looking down on these fools
Balcony rap, I'm way too high for that, bullshit so save it neighbor I'm on my paper
Bitch what you think this is, I only fucking twice, girl what you think you did?
Ain't nobody throw rice, spitta, ninja, precise, slice
Overheat never, under pressure, sweat ice, what's pressure
I never felt pressure in my life, it's been a cake walk
Frosting on my nikes, don't let em' talk
Cut a hater wind short, chevrolet bowtie, tips on the end of my exhaust pipe
Bitches at the window pray they hear that sound every night
But I'm out baby, you my home girl but this not my house lady
Can't go for that, [?]
Fall through, get the cut, clean up, change clothes,
Adherent to the jet code, you know how we roll
Bout It lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
I represent them jet planes, Young Roddy
Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang
Fly over the city where the hammers bang
Miracle to make it to this age in the physical
And not have fallen victim to violent crime
Living in these wildest times
Your assailant could be a partner of mine
Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits
Did you figure I could take the day off how?
When tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now
Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray
Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming
If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin
And that latter act is for suckers
Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers
Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it
[Hook:]
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
[Verse 2:]
Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes
Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you
You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think
She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink
Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs
And on the real I been so old G, before my time when I was 17
My main girl was 25
Ain't seen nothin like it in your life
Hot spitta space jam, 11 flow, sole on ice nigga
[Hook:]
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
I represent them jet planes, Young Roddy
Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang
Fly over the city where the hammers bang
Miracle to make it to this age in the physical
And not have fallen victim to violent crime
Living in these wildest times
Your assailant could be a partner of mine
Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits
Did you figure I could take the day off how?
When tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now
Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray
Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming
If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin
And that latter act is for suckers
Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers
Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it
[Hook:]
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
[Verse 2:]
Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes
Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you
You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think
She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink
Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs
And on the real I been so old G, before my time when I was 17
My main girl was 25
Ain't seen nothin like it in your life
Hot spitta space jam, 11 flow, sole on ice nigga
[Hook:]
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
The Candy Lady's Crib... lyrics - Curren$y
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And where haven't haven't we uhn
Vinnie Johnston get in the game, lay put up points quick microwave
Industry coruption they tryin to point shaves
Dummie down, why, when my audience is just as smart as I
If you saw me, told somebody I bet they thought you were lying
Fly where never in the space I'm in
Never roll round corners that I've been
High driving impalla slams, sparks flickin, trippin, scrapin the off ban
Fuck it nothin of it my mechanic is the man, and them
Hit em on the jack, the part replace that, asap that's that mothafucker
Like a deffintion, O.GS watch me I'm a flow right out the television
New aero bills reverse sitchin I'll I will re-invent the wheel
Prerequisite, intellagence plus sexiness canidate to be a jet miss
Queen for a day put cha on the foor of the mardi gras parade
High and she smiling wave
Brush up on it, get the rust off your moves my lil poney
Which ya fine ass cold bottle and my grape cool aid and my wine glass
Smokin amsterdam green with my fresh blue number 9's
And my red headed honey from burmease
Lip stick smears, pass port stamps, eyes simease cat lady the trance
Shineing in my Marijuana trance
Bull shit still waiti on me when I get back
Deal with it don't run
Square it up burn down another one
You goin to the candy ladys crib wontcha bring me somthin
Yea, yea, yea, and fuck them frontin' hoes, we don't think about em'
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And where haven't haven't we uhn
Vinnie Johnston get in the game, lay put up points quick microwave
Industry coruption they tryin to point shaves
Dummie down, why, when my audience is just as smart as I
If you saw me, told somebody I bet they thought you were lying
Fly where never in the space I'm in
Never roll round corners that I've been
High driving impalla slams, sparks flickin, trippin, scrapin the off ban
Fuck it nothin of it my mechanic is the man, and them
Hit em on the jack, the part replace that, asap that's that mothafucker
Like a deffintion, O.GS watch me I'm a flow right out the television
New aero bills reverse sitchin I'll I will re-invent the wheel
Prerequisite, intellagence plus sexiness canidate to be a jet miss
Queen for a day put cha on the foor of the mardi gras parade
High and she smiling wave
Brush up on it, get the rust off your moves my lil poney
Which ya fine ass cold bottle and my grape cool aid and my wine glass
Smokin amsterdam green with my fresh blue number 9's
And my red headed honey from burmease
Lip stick smears, pass port stamps, eyes simease cat lady the trance
Shineing in my Marijuana trance
Bull shit still waiti on me when I get back
Deal with it don't run
Square it up burn down another one
You goin to the candy ladys crib wontcha bring me somthin
Yea, yea, yea, and fuck them frontin' hoes, we don't think about em'
Yet Another Story... lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Homie still hoopin', the ho still hoein'
Can't end the story, the story still goin'
Homie still hoopin', the ho still hoein'
[Verse:]
So I'm still smashing this ho from over a year ago
You remember when I told you about the basketball player's lady?
We took a break but we've been back on lately
With me she been moving to NY City and homie being trady
Secret rendezvous, they came more complicated
Been for a week in the past two months
She been flying me to Vegas and buying me what I want
Trees and kicks all on the bitch I can't front
Monday trips paying on the expense of her man
She circling that 'passenger pick up' until I land
But in the midst of the fucking and gateway druggin'
Shawty done got sloppy, homie came up on somethin'
Bitch done forgot to sign out of her twitter
Now pimpin fishin' through all of our private DM's and...
Online history show she's been purchasing tickets from a credit card in his name he didn't know existed
Now her iphone ringin', she answered it
I heard him on the other end panicking
Talking about when he see it how he gon' handle it
And what his goons gon' do to whatever man she with
Homie still hoopin', the ho still hoein'
Can't end the story, the story still goin'
Homie still hoopin', the ho still hoein'
[Verse:]
So I'm still smashing this ho from over a year ago
You remember when I told you about the basketball player's lady?
We took a break but we've been back on lately
With me she been moving to NY City and homie being trady
Secret rendezvous, they came more complicated
Been for a week in the past two months
She been flying me to Vegas and buying me what I want
Trees and kicks all on the bitch I can't front
Monday trips paying on the expense of her man
She circling that 'passenger pick up' until I land
But in the midst of the fucking and gateway druggin'
Shawty done got sloppy, homie came up on somethin'
Bitch done forgot to sign out of her twitter
Now pimpin fishin' through all of our private DM's and...
Online history show she's been purchasing tickets from a credit card in his name he didn't know existed
Now her iphone ringin', she answered it
I heard him on the other end panicking
Talking about when he see it how he gon' handle it
And what his goons gon' do to whatever man she with
I Don't Fucks With Em lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Uh yea,
Grand national regal speeder,
Americanoo magazine readers,
Peep me in the fashion feature,
My name spitta nice to meet ya,
Wuts yo name, that's pretty I get you to the crib for I forget it
We kick it for a minute,
But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know to much of my business baby so chill out,
Oxymoronic,
Go to the sauna to cool out,
We blow chronic in the pool house wut you know about it,
Chevy "F" body cameros,
Louisiana license plate we park em on melrose,
New york pad pop california spot next,
But I guess I play the telly for the mean in between mr clean kicks,
Spent a couple "G's" in supreme,
Paintins on my walls autographed jearseys and some flat screens,
Smoove could dive in the water without splashin,
Have you ever seen a shark with some wings,
Word to these jordon 12,
I'm in a taxi talkin to tidy B on the cell business as usual,
Treacherous industry the musical,
Heavy form in the game will do it to you but I keep it reduced to bud crumbs,
Under my cuticles,
Flippin on who ever guererro juventud wcw rappers,
This shit trill and ya'll playin,
But that's expected from children wut am I sayin
[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]
Yea,
On the grind made something from nothing so niggas will hate it (niggas will hate it),
Try and play me on some sucka shit oh cause I don't Fuck with you lately,
Money on my mind you can name a place I just bought a plane,
And I'm on my way there (on my way there)
I'm smokin while I roll another one baby (baby baby)
[Nipsey Hussle:]
They say I spit that pistol grip poetry,
It's just the loc in me,
On my hip is 12 zeros after a quarter key,
9 double "M" for you niggas that's not as cold as me,
Dope cause I'm supposed to be,
Slauson were my soldiers be,
My story is ocean deep and my coast is controled by me,
Bitches that ain't notice me now file my nails and lotion feet,
I'm buzzin uncontrolably,
Richer than with no release,
Most of these rappers that's feelin like they is the golden C,
H.I.L.I. to the D go ask yo bitch who fly as me,
Fly as we Wiz Khalif Curren$y they certainly,
Heard of me,
Heard of we they beat the track while I merk the beat,
Next time I sign I need atleast a bail for a murder beef,
Fuck they web they searchin me I'm blowin up insurgency,
9 11 portia and my car is an emergency,
Carmen Sandiago were the hell on the earth is he probly some were gettin westanonamis with Curren$y
Hussle
[Hook]
Uh yea,
Grand national regal speeder,
Americanoo magazine readers,
Peep me in the fashion feature,
My name spitta nice to meet ya,
Wuts yo name, that's pretty I get you to the crib for I forget it
We kick it for a minute,
But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know to much of my business baby so chill out,
Oxymoronic,
Go to the sauna to cool out,
We blow chronic in the pool house wut you know about it,
Chevy "F" body cameros,
Louisiana license plate we park em on melrose,
New york pad pop california spot next,
But I guess I play the telly for the mean in between mr clean kicks,
Spent a couple "G's" in supreme,
Paintins on my walls autographed jearseys and some flat screens,
Smoove could dive in the water without splashin,
Have you ever seen a shark with some wings,
Word to these jordon 12,
I'm in a taxi talkin to tidy B on the cell business as usual,
Treacherous industry the musical,
Heavy form in the game will do it to you but I keep it reduced to bud crumbs,
Under my cuticles,
Flippin on who ever guererro juventud wcw rappers,
This shit trill and ya'll playin,
But that's expected from children wut am I sayin
[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]
Yea,
On the grind made something from nothing so niggas will hate it (niggas will hate it),
Try and play me on some sucka shit oh cause I don't Fuck with you lately,
Money on my mind you can name a place I just bought a plane,
And I'm on my way there (on my way there)
I'm smokin while I roll another one baby (baby baby)
[Nipsey Hussle:]
They say I spit that pistol grip poetry,
It's just the loc in me,
On my hip is 12 zeros after a quarter key,
9 double "M" for you niggas that's not as cold as me,
Dope cause I'm supposed to be,
Slauson were my soldiers be,
My story is ocean deep and my coast is controled by me,
Bitches that ain't notice me now file my nails and lotion feet,
I'm buzzin uncontrolably,
Richer than with no release,
Most of these rappers that's feelin like they is the golden C,
H.I.L.I. to the D go ask yo bitch who fly as me,
Fly as we Wiz Khalif Curren$y they certainly,
Heard of me,
Heard of we they beat the track while I merk the beat,
Next time I sign I need atleast a bail for a murder beef,
Fuck they web they searchin me I'm blowin up insurgency,
9 11 portia and my car is an emergency,
Carmen Sandiago were the hell on the earth is he probly some were gettin westanonamis with Curren$y
Hussle
[Hook]
Monte Carlo Music lyrics - Curren$y
Eight cylinders, two doors
A back seat nobody can sit in
No rust on my door hinges;
There'll be no squeakin' when I get in
Spent a few dollars
To ride a old school Monte Carlo without a problem
Reliable as my newer whip, homeboy-
I Really do this shit
No tint on my windows:
Hella high with nothin' to hide
Pirelli tires clingin' for dear life
Them rims wide, my nigga
Four cars, one summer
Still east-side Spitta frontin'-
Like you don't remember
Had them rims matchin';
That was way back then-
2002-knowing who I was...
But I didn't know you
The fuck you talking 'bout
In that shit cruiser
That you're dragging through the parking lot?
'87 Aerocoupe-I had that-targa tops
The King Arthur of the Car Club
Trophies tall as your oldest kid;
Place them next to my Switchblade 86
Your girl asked to take pictures leaning on it
Made you sick
Floor shifting. A true SS
Not a clone with bootleg ground effects-
Leave that shit at home
Authentic- the description of all things Spitta
Roll a joint for my oil change niggas in fifteen minutes
Take two pulls, let my bitch hit it
Doing a hundred in the eighty-fo'
It's that monte carlo music, trillest shit I ever drove
A back seat nobody can sit in
No rust on my door hinges;
There'll be no squeakin' when I get in
Spent a few dollars
To ride a old school Monte Carlo without a problem
Reliable as my newer whip, homeboy-
I Really do this shit
No tint on my windows:
Hella high with nothin' to hide
Pirelli tires clingin' for dear life
Them rims wide, my nigga
Four cars, one summer
Still east-side Spitta frontin'-
Like you don't remember
Had them rims matchin';
That was way back then-
2002-knowing who I was...
But I didn't know you
The fuck you talking 'bout
In that shit cruiser
That you're dragging through the parking lot?
'87 Aerocoupe-I had that-targa tops
The King Arthur of the Car Club
Trophies tall as your oldest kid;
Place them next to my Switchblade 86
Your girl asked to take pictures leaning on it
Made you sick
Floor shifting. A true SS
Not a clone with bootleg ground effects-
Leave that shit at home
Authentic- the description of all things Spitta
Roll a joint for my oil change niggas in fifteen minutes
Take two pulls, let my bitch hit it
Doing a hundred in the eighty-fo'
It's that monte carlo music, trillest shit I ever drove
Lemon Kush lyrics - Curren$y
Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still...
Yea jets
Fool
?, ?, Run your nigga right back
Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack
No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that,
Yea
Wake up in the morning wash my face and then I brush my teeth
Ain't gotta roll no weed, my shorty roll em while I'm still asleep
I'm caught up in that thang, mary jane got a hold of me,
environmentalist I'd hancuff myself to a purple tree,
Snooty Trudy lyin to me sayin she ain't heard of me,
Groupy who you foolin you know you be youtube searchin me,
I'm startin to believe these freaks is passin by us purposely
Hoping that we off on sofa seats and we palm drinks,
Iz you trippin ain't no niggah sippin nowhere close to me,
Keep it pimpin Jets up over bitches, how its pose to be,
Fire red thighs with the ice so cold feet,
Shot out to bangaladesh that's what it do we tryna cop a beat,
You know where we at if you need um,
Somewhere in the scraper with the beats up
Something pretty wit me rollin weed up
She dog you cuz you treat her like you need her
Make sure you see my shoes I kick my feet up
I made it cuz I always stay g'd up,
If I said it then you know you could believe me brah
We keep it way to smokin aint have no seats up
Bitches flirtin sex appeal cuz we got that corvette appeal
Did it independent for the record, fuck a record deal.
Did it for my niggahs on the sets still at it
I asked um wats good in the hood and they sayin shit happen
Wild niggah still clappin, cheese eatahs still rattin,
I seen it all before like a rerun of family matters
I'm laughin at my partner, lost 5000 in that madden,
my younger homie beat him, he 13 yrs old stackin,
I'm watchin action jackson in the palace smokin cabbage,
just relaxin mixin hashes till I feel like I know magic,
I'm travelin an seein the mad jets, cashin the mint checks,
We got now you got next, and I know you mad stressed
How I made it thru the stress: stamina, long wind
Who you think you fuckin with the Jets, come on man
Better clean your lenses, fool you lookin at the wrong man
Stong scented weed, old cars new bitches in the seats
Yea
Jets, fool.
Yea jets
Fool
?, ?, Run your nigga right back
Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack
No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that,
Yea
Wake up in the morning wash my face and then I brush my teeth
Ain't gotta roll no weed, my shorty roll em while I'm still asleep
I'm caught up in that thang, mary jane got a hold of me,
environmentalist I'd hancuff myself to a purple tree,
Snooty Trudy lyin to me sayin she ain't heard of me,
Groupy who you foolin you know you be youtube searchin me,
I'm startin to believe these freaks is passin by us purposely
Hoping that we off on sofa seats and we palm drinks,
Iz you trippin ain't no niggah sippin nowhere close to me,
Keep it pimpin Jets up over bitches, how its pose to be,
Fire red thighs with the ice so cold feet,
Shot out to bangaladesh that's what it do we tryna cop a beat,
You know where we at if you need um,
Somewhere in the scraper with the beats up
Something pretty wit me rollin weed up
She dog you cuz you treat her like you need her
Make sure you see my shoes I kick my feet up
I made it cuz I always stay g'd up,
If I said it then you know you could believe me brah
We keep it way to smokin aint have no seats up
Bitches flirtin sex appeal cuz we got that corvette appeal
Did it independent for the record, fuck a record deal.
Did it for my niggahs on the sets still at it
I asked um wats good in the hood and they sayin shit happen
Wild niggah still clappin, cheese eatahs still rattin,
I seen it all before like a rerun of family matters
I'm laughin at my partner, lost 5000 in that madden,
my younger homie beat him, he 13 yrs old stackin,
I'm watchin action jackson in the palace smokin cabbage,
just relaxin mixin hashes till I feel like I know magic,
I'm travelin an seein the mad jets, cashin the mint checks,
We got now you got next, and I know you mad stressed
How I made it thru the stress: stamina, long wind
Who you think you fuckin with the Jets, come on man
Better clean your lenses, fool you lookin at the wrong man
Stong scented weed, old cars new bitches in the seats
Yea
Jets, fool.
Damier Doobies lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
I be fly out there
You be in the crib
Changing a hundred times
With the bubble guts
Nervous about what I'm a wear
Queeny ass niggas sitting in a king's position
Fuck out the throne
Might Kong that's my chair
Yeaaa...
Jet wings been fly
Since Pimp C cop'd his first Byzantine
My niggas who been had change
They know what that mean
Cause they been had change and those type of things
Keep fresh bars laced with green
Irish Spring
Coach my team right
We all ball get rings
Hoes encroaching
Approaching
For proceeds
Groupies gross me
Fakin like they know me
Hot Spitta not the hospital bitch
Shut ya face
Roll weed
[Hook:]
I keep it in my
I keep it in my Louie pouch
Bitch I keep it in my Louie pouch
Trees in my Louie pouch
Trees in my Louie pouch
I keep my trees in my Louie pouch [x4]
[Verse 2:]
I be high out there
Walkin round Walmart
Open the slip-n-slide
Turn the aisle to a waterpark
Neighbors wake up
Come outside when my car start
454 roaring
7 o'clock in the morning
Takin 5 on cloud 9 if you looking for him
Tropicana Pomegranate Lemonade for an OG
Arrow in a shoebox on the Jordans
Had elephant print around the borders and the corners
It don't make sense tryna pose opposition to the Jets
Fuck around get mangled in the engines
Not pretty
I came in here
To put it down for my city
We just chillin
Blowin trees to the ceiling
My name Curren$y
And I came to get it
Lady Gaga built right
She can get it
Nice video Wale
You should've had ya dog in it
I be fly out there
You be in the crib
Changing a hundred times
With the bubble guts
Nervous about what I'm a wear
Queeny ass niggas sitting in a king's position
Fuck out the throne
Might Kong that's my chair
Yeaaa...
Jet wings been fly
Since Pimp C cop'd his first Byzantine
My niggas who been had change
They know what that mean
Cause they been had change and those type of things
Keep fresh bars laced with green
Irish Spring
Coach my team right
We all ball get rings
Hoes encroaching
Approaching
For proceeds
Groupies gross me
Fakin like they know me
Hot Spitta not the hospital bitch
Shut ya face
Roll weed
[Hook:]
I keep it in my
I keep it in my Louie pouch
Bitch I keep it in my Louie pouch
Trees in my Louie pouch
Trees in my Louie pouch
I keep my trees in my Louie pouch [x4]
[Verse 2:]
I be high out there
Walkin round Walmart
Open the slip-n-slide
Turn the aisle to a waterpark
Neighbors wake up
Come outside when my car start
454 roaring
7 o'clock in the morning
Takin 5 on cloud 9 if you looking for him
Tropicana Pomegranate Lemonade for an OG
Arrow in a shoebox on the Jordans
Had elephant print around the borders and the corners
It don't make sense tryna pose opposition to the Jets
Fuck around get mangled in the engines
Not pretty
I came in here
To put it down for my city
We just chillin
Blowin trees to the ceiling
My name Curren$y
And I came to get it
Lady Gaga built right
She can get it
Nice video Wale
You should've had ya dog in it
Mazaltov lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Nesby Phips & Wiz Khalifa)
[Hook:]
Bartender, bartender, bartender
Make me a drink
(What you havin'?)
What you think? shit
Get me a (a Mazaltov cocktail)
And (make it hurt)
Yeah, and put a flame on it
So I can leave a stain on it
[Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
Nod ya' head to the flick of my lighter
Fire to the ass of a joint get ya' higher
Never in over my head, I'm MacGyver
Even in the midst of the madness, I'm a rider
Heavy on the stamina, amateurs
Easily revealed than the presence of a panther, uh
Feline fantasies get fulfilled
Tell them canines chill
It's the leader of the pack with nine lives to live
What's a king without a queen?
Leader without a team?
Heater without a beamer?
Crops without the cream?
I'm self motivated so crops is not the thing
Approval of spectators does not bring the ring of a champion
Lampin' and I'm champagne sippin'
Touché not the cliché, my campaign pimpin'
Feel privileged if I played ya'
Plastic over paper
Magic over the Lakers
Happy to make your day, cause
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ya' gets no love and I thought you knew it
How to wrap a groupie from the club to the jacuzzi
My vernacular, more spectacular than you dudes is
Word to truth in the booth, rappin confucius
Hardest rhymes out, bite my shit be left toothless
What I wear, what I smoke - both exclusive
Prime real estate, bitches see a nigga wanna build
Hold up there pimpin' got yo women catchin' chills
Clear windows, see me sittin' behind the wheel
On the real say I won't, bet I will
But still, it ain't no fun
If the homies can't get a piece of it
Weed brownies in the oven
By the time she was buzzin', we was already fuckin'
Screamin so loud, she awoke my lil' cousin
Seen 'em in the morning, she was too embarrassed to say something
Bud, bitches, and breakfast - ya' gotta love it
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm smokin on some strong
Got some bitches who love to smoke bongs, papers, and bowls
So pretty much, any thing goes
Come and kick it, we'll blow some of this chronic smoke
Go to stores to cop shit even when they say they closed
These Louis, I suppose and right now, I'm high
My eyes so freakin low, I might as well keep 'em closed
You fuckin' with winners
Kush and orange juice on my eggs, flickin' my ashes on dinner, nigga
[Hook]
Bartender, bartender, bartender
Make me a drink
(What you havin'?)
What you think? shit
Get me a (a Mazaltov cocktail)
And (make it hurt)
Yeah, and put a flame on it
So I can leave a stain on it
[Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
Nod ya' head to the flick of my lighter
Fire to the ass of a joint get ya' higher
Never in over my head, I'm MacGyver
Even in the midst of the madness, I'm a rider
Heavy on the stamina, amateurs
Easily revealed than the presence of a panther, uh
Feline fantasies get fulfilled
Tell them canines chill
It's the leader of the pack with nine lives to live
What's a king without a queen?
Leader without a team?
Heater without a beamer?
Crops without the cream?
I'm self motivated so crops is not the thing
Approval of spectators does not bring the ring of a champion
Lampin' and I'm champagne sippin'
Touché not the cliché, my campaign pimpin'
Feel privileged if I played ya'
Plastic over paper
Magic over the Lakers
Happy to make your day, cause
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ya' gets no love and I thought you knew it
How to wrap a groupie from the club to the jacuzzi
My vernacular, more spectacular than you dudes is
Word to truth in the booth, rappin confucius
Hardest rhymes out, bite my shit be left toothless
What I wear, what I smoke - both exclusive
Prime real estate, bitches see a nigga wanna build
Hold up there pimpin' got yo women catchin' chills
Clear windows, see me sittin' behind the wheel
On the real say I won't, bet I will
But still, it ain't no fun
If the homies can't get a piece of it
Weed brownies in the oven
By the time she was buzzin', we was already fuckin'
Screamin so loud, she awoke my lil' cousin
Seen 'em in the morning, she was too embarrassed to say something
Bud, bitches, and breakfast - ya' gotta love it
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm smokin on some strong
Got some bitches who love to smoke bongs, papers, and bowls
So pretty much, any thing goes
Come and kick it, we'll blow some of this chronic smoke
Go to stores to cop shit even when they say they closed
These Louis, I suppose and right now, I'm high
My eyes so freakin low, I might as well keep 'em closed
You fuckin' with winners
Kush and orange juice on my eggs, flickin' my ashes on dinner, nigga
[Hook]
Count My Money lyrics - Curren$y
And I never came down from the last time, but that don't mean nothing, nigga still climbin'
Bitches popping bottles and they sipping pink diamonds
I took a break from the game and I seen these niggas clownin'
The blogs wouldn't be the same if you took Spitta out it
Props to the ones who instrumentally getting me poppin'
Ballin' without first learning the fundamentals, forget about it
Tryna 360 up the middle - you ain't even learn to dribble
Twiddling my thumbs, smoking lime
Watching hamster ass rappers run in wheels, going nowhere with they rhymes
Stuck, Glenn Robinson, big dog bucks, socks up, top down
Killing squares, riding 'round
Coolest nigga in yo city, even when I'm not in town
Smoking like I signed for 50 million and I'm underground, yeah
Uh, smoking like I signed for 50 million, still underground
Bitches popping bottles and they sipping pink diamonds
I took a break from the game and I seen these niggas clownin'
The blogs wouldn't be the same if you took Spitta out it
Props to the ones who instrumentally getting me poppin'
Ballin' without first learning the fundamentals, forget about it
Tryna 360 up the middle - you ain't even learn to dribble
Twiddling my thumbs, smoking lime
Watching hamster ass rappers run in wheels, going nowhere with they rhymes
Stuck, Glenn Robinson, big dog bucks, socks up, top down
Killing squares, riding 'round
Coolest nigga in yo city, even when I'm not in town
Smoking like I signed for 50 million and I'm underground, yeah
Uh, smoking like I signed for 50 million, still underground
Audio Dope lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah [x5]
(Uh) (you nervous, now?)
Awh nah, here your man go with his same old songs
'Bout Chevys and getting stoned
Meeting bitches in clubs and bringing 'em home
Cutting to the chase, don't even turn my flat screen on
All around the world the same song
Cali bud strong, this that love fiends on
So high, that my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stay gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it, and then keep a straight face punk
Create that, elevator music and stay true to it
While you still tryna get your soul out the pawn shop, stupid
You lost your legs to that cookie cutter
The suits ain't letting you walk, how do that deal, muhfucka?
Potato chip, Lay'ed up, Frito
Got a couple bitches coming through to blaze up,
They know where I'm at, they know what I do,
They know I'm real rap and I'm completely Un-You
Hold on foo', Uh
And everything bad for a nigga nowadays so I drink alotta water
Disgruntled Rapper Disorder, got a lot of MCs sneak-dissin'
Yeah, wooty threw them slings but I caught 'em
Be careful, talking hella trash
I'll get that compacted to a handful
And pitch it back at you
Take that monkey shit off, you embarassing us Cous'
Put the game back in perspective
Niggas disrespecting it
Suckas ain't protectin' it
Just complaining about the state, and under the pressure they break
Turning into the very thing that they hate
Rollin' up, let it burn slow,
Getting high, plotting on downing these turncoats
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep, homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
(Un) (yeah yeah) JETS (yeah yeah yeah)
(Uh) (you nervous, now?)
Awh nah, here your man go with his same old songs
'Bout Chevys and getting stoned
Meeting bitches in clubs and bringing 'em home
Cutting to the chase, don't even turn my flat screen on
All around the world the same song
Cali bud strong, this that love fiends on
So high, that my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stay gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it, and then keep a straight face punk
Create that, elevator music and stay true to it
While you still tryna get your soul out the pawn shop, stupid
You lost your legs to that cookie cutter
The suits ain't letting you walk, how do that deal, muhfucka?
Potato chip, Lay'ed up, Frito
Got a couple bitches coming through to blaze up,
They know where I'm at, they know what I do,
They know I'm real rap and I'm completely Un-You
Hold on foo', Uh
And everything bad for a nigga nowadays so I drink alotta water
Disgruntled Rapper Disorder, got a lot of MCs sneak-dissin'
Yeah, wooty threw them slings but I caught 'em
Be careful, talking hella trash
I'll get that compacted to a handful
And pitch it back at you
Take that monkey shit off, you embarassing us Cous'
Put the game back in perspective
Niggas disrespecting it
Suckas ain't protectin' it
Just complaining about the state, and under the pressure they break
Turning into the very thing that they hate
Rollin' up, let it burn slow,
Getting high, plotting on downing these turncoats
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep, homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
(Un) (yeah yeah) JETS (yeah yeah yeah)
Life Under The Scope lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1]
Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest
In between destinations a lil' hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras out when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin'
Waiting on ya to contradict yaself
Albeit evict yaself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tami got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals
Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
And stay calm knowin' we belong on the top
But we ain't trippin'
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss movement so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is
Them niggas is bums
Throwin parties don't any bitch come
They all at my art showin'
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mounts
[Hook]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
Vintage egg chairs hangin' from the ceilin'
Naked beauties and plush pillows in em
Incense and fresh linen
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthens
The fake niggas it kills them
And the Big homie said
That he still got visions of the rooftop
As do I
George Jetson, Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat
A New Orleans nigga
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key
[Hook]
Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest
In between destinations a lil' hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras out when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin'
Waiting on ya to contradict yaself
Albeit evict yaself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tami got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals
Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
And stay calm knowin' we belong on the top
But we ain't trippin'
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss movement so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is
Them niggas is bums
Throwin parties don't any bitch come
They all at my art showin'
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mounts
[Hook]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
Vintage egg chairs hangin' from the ceilin'
Naked beauties and plush pillows in em
Incense and fresh linen
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthens
The fake niggas it kills them
And the Big homie said
That he still got visions of the rooftop
As do I
George Jetson, Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat
A New Orleans nigga
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key
[Hook]
Stay Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fly Union)
[Hook: Fly Union]
Shit dun changed, and I'mma be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, I fell asleep on the plane
Woke up to cameras flashin' and people screamin' my name
They seem to think their agendas all hidden but they isn't
I been onto these swindlers for a minute
Bad girls at the party bein' tough and drinkin' Guiness
Though I'mma play it straight and sip a couple Shirley Temples
Low-key with a sober mental, at least until I get to my car
I got a joint to spark that's waitin' in my glove-compartment
Got to point to proved personal shit I admit I'm caught in
In the end we'll compare moves and then see who's the smartest
Somewhere between the rich and famous and the starvin' artist
I embody that, so I spit which will relate to all them... yeah, fool
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah, do it the Jet way
Put it in the air like I just called the past play
Them niggas wasn't there, they're just talkin' hear-say
Them suckers only in the hood on video days
When it's police barricades and video-tapes
Ain't bein' real, they just bein' real fake
I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I'm straight
I know them haters was like "Homie gon' fall off, just wait"
Now they can't walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards
[Hook]
Shit dun changed, and I'mma be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, I fell asleep on the plane
Woke up to cameras flashin' and people screamin' my name
They seem to think their agendas all hidden but they isn't
I been onto these swindlers for a minute
Bad girls at the party bein' tough and drinkin' Guiness
Though I'mma play it straight and sip a couple Shirley Temples
Low-key with a sober mental, at least until I get to my car
I got a joint to spark that's waitin' in my glove-compartment
Got to point to proved personal shit I admit I'm caught in
In the end we'll compare moves and then see who's the smartest
Somewhere between the rich and famous and the starvin' artist
I embody that, so I spit which will relate to all them... yeah, fool
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah, do it the Jet way
Put it in the air like I just called the past play
Them niggas wasn't there, they're just talkin' hear-say
Them suckers only in the hood on video days
When it's police barricades and video-tapes
Ain't bein' real, they just bein' real fake
I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I'm straight
I know them haters was like "Homie gon' fall off, just wait"
Now they can't walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards
[Hook]
"This Ain't No Mixtape" (2009)
- The Briefing lyrics - Curren$y
- Get it Ya Self lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low)
- Blown Away lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jean LaPhare & Dee Low)
- Scared of Monstas lyrics - Curren$y
- Elevator Musik lyrics - Curren$y
- On My Plane lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low)
- 16 Switches lyrics - Curren$y
- The Jets Son lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low & Jean LaPhare)
- Sail On lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Chris)
- Got It lyrics - Curren$y
- Power Button lyrics - Curren$y
- Up Here lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
- Food 4 Thought lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Amanda Diva & Mickey Factz)
- Galaxy lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low, Jean Lephare & Wodinsky)
- Look Up To The Jets lyrics - Curren$y
- Top Of The Money lyrics - Curren$y
The Briefing lyrics - Curren$y
Jets nigga now where haven't we...
Yeah
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Nigga's try'na jump ship to catch a ride on the plane
Nigga's don't got shit to do they're throwing dirt on my name
I ain't got nothing to do but tie by big shoe strings
Louis pouch for loose change, couple joints of mary jane
A few stars burst
You know who bought those cars first
You know who fuck them broads thirst
Them niggas flows be bad
You know who toss those bars worst
Spitta that nigga man star classman of the verse
Drug hip hop for my verse
Told her baby wake up now may I play you a few cuts
Jets baby you try'na see us then look up
By most I pulled two cuts
My tesla roadster do donuts
I don't ride that bitch too much I'm try'na keep the mileage low
I'm the difference between a yacht and a shrimp boat
Your the difference between a thrift store and trench coat
The difference between a dog screamin' and kindly coached
This ain't a mixtape but dream this is really so
It's nothing the game you lames are a crack in the door
We being stingy we ain't givin away swagga no more
So when we shop we make the owners close down the store
Yeah, and they look up to the jets
Nigga now where haven't we been yet
Yeah
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Nigga's try'na jump ship to catch a ride on the plane
Nigga's don't got shit to do they're throwing dirt on my name
I ain't got nothing to do but tie by big shoe strings
Louis pouch for loose change, couple joints of mary jane
A few stars burst
You know who bought those cars first
You know who fuck them broads thirst
Them niggas flows be bad
You know who toss those bars worst
Spitta that nigga man star classman of the verse
Drug hip hop for my verse
Told her baby wake up now may I play you a few cuts
Jets baby you try'na see us then look up
By most I pulled two cuts
My tesla roadster do donuts
I don't ride that bitch too much I'm try'na keep the mileage low
I'm the difference between a yacht and a shrimp boat
Your the difference between a thrift store and trench coat
The difference between a dog screamin' and kindly coached
This ain't a mixtape but dream this is really so
It's nothing the game you lames are a crack in the door
We being stingy we ain't givin away swagga no more
So when we shop we make the owners close down the store
Yeah, and they look up to the jets
Nigga now where haven't we been yet
Get it Ya Self lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low)
[Intro:]
I said fool, I drop them bomb-ass tapes
[Hook - Dee Low:]
To all my people on the right, you gotta get it ya self
To all my people on the left, go and get it ya self
To all my people in the middle, go and get it ya self
Man, you better get you cause everybody for self (for self)
[Verse 1:]
Spitta, nigga, I do the music if you didn't know
Live from New Orleans, I host a show on [?]
Niggas just waking up, they never heard of him before
Good morning, here's a mixtape and an espresso
Hey ho, let's go, I listen to the Ramones all the way home
Flowmasters on the [?] performance cones
Let you know who riding up the block, Curren$y currently
Got the stock rising, niggas cannot front on he, he got G's behind him
Let my girl drive, I'm passenger side reclining
So low, top's off, I thought she was driving solo
While I'm smoking a doobie, I swear my life is a movie
I swear my life is my music, I swear my life is a movement
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I get it in like clowns in a Volkswagen
Paint it funny with the tailpipe dragging
Niggas asking mad questions "Spitta, what happen?
We thought you had an album coming after Where Da Cash At?"
I was laid back planning on receiving ass cap
Counted on before they heads, I fucked around and let 'em crack
Had to get another batch, way more careful
This time I'm gonna stash 'em, instead of carrying 'em
Looking for Spitta, I'm out in Cali with the [?]
Tally up the price, I'll have two of everything that's nice
Gotta the cool Corvette Z06 Arctic White, got the laces
On my shoes tied tight, alright like the hand that I wrote this with
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
And so uh, and so I go, the flow so dope, I got 'em hooked
Like I cast fishing line from a boat, live as kings dead long time ago
When the cribs was castles and they had drawbridges and moats
The people rode horses, I rode horses
600 of 'em in the back of this Porsche
Miss, didn't miss a beat, never met a beat that I couldn't beat
Never met a freak that I couldn't skeet, I'm a capital G, I did it all for me
Real niggas and bitches applaud, I work, I go hard, I put all my shows off
[Hook]
I said fool, I drop them bomb-ass tapes
[Hook - Dee Low:]
To all my people on the right, you gotta get it ya self
To all my people on the left, go and get it ya self
To all my people in the middle, go and get it ya self
Man, you better get you cause everybody for self (for self)
[Verse 1:]
Spitta, nigga, I do the music if you didn't know
Live from New Orleans, I host a show on [?]
Niggas just waking up, they never heard of him before
Good morning, here's a mixtape and an espresso
Hey ho, let's go, I listen to the Ramones all the way home
Flowmasters on the [?] performance cones
Let you know who riding up the block, Curren$y currently
Got the stock rising, niggas cannot front on he, he got G's behind him
Let my girl drive, I'm passenger side reclining
So low, top's off, I thought she was driving solo
While I'm smoking a doobie, I swear my life is a movie
I swear my life is my music, I swear my life is a movement
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I get it in like clowns in a Volkswagen
Paint it funny with the tailpipe dragging
Niggas asking mad questions "Spitta, what happen?
We thought you had an album coming after Where Da Cash At?"
I was laid back planning on receiving ass cap
Counted on before they heads, I fucked around and let 'em crack
Had to get another batch, way more careful
This time I'm gonna stash 'em, instead of carrying 'em
Looking for Spitta, I'm out in Cali with the [?]
Tally up the price, I'll have two of everything that's nice
Gotta the cool Corvette Z06 Arctic White, got the laces
On my shoes tied tight, alright like the hand that I wrote this with
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
And so uh, and so I go, the flow so dope, I got 'em hooked
Like I cast fishing line from a boat, live as kings dead long time ago
When the cribs was castles and they had drawbridges and moats
The people rode horses, I rode horses
600 of 'em in the back of this Porsche
Miss, didn't miss a beat, never met a beat that I couldn't beat
Never met a freak that I couldn't skeet, I'm a capital G, I did it all for me
Real niggas and bitches applaud, I work, I go hard, I put all my shows off
[Hook]
Blown Away lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jean LaPhare & Dee Low)
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
Uh, Raps I buss em
Problems with my life don't discuss em
Coups and leer jets I lust them
Can't hear them haters talk
I'm above them
But they push me to do it
That's why I love them
Fittin snub in the Chevy seat
Niggas see the future
That's ahead of me
And wish that it was cease to be
Buzz increase until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building
Bitch we do our thang
Who the main manuveur
The coup in vancouver
Canadian ladies is speakin
The fly language
I'm partially famous
Popularity gaining
They wondering when I blow
Am I gunna lose my underground soul
The answer is hell no
I'm definatley maintaining
I'm way to G
Them other niggas do their thang
But them niggas ain't me
Wear what you can't buy
Slidin where you can't be
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
(Hehehe) Just Blown Awayyy
Roll somethin up
Mama what's the smoke in here
Sneak in here and wing tips
I never bought a pair
Out of dress code
Still getting in there
Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair
MDA and THC combining
She high climbing into the truck
We ridin, jack move fool
Ain't no denying the cool
The mirror image ain't quick enough
To mimic my move
You niggas thoughts about as shallow
As a kiddie pool
Can't articulate themselves
In their interviews
Rappers on a respirators
Breathing through a tube
Revivin with the live shit
We make it good as new
Tired of hand jobs
Shit, my nigga me too
Bad bitches want the real
Baby girl I feel you
Only thing I can do
Is move pen or pencil
Write and smoke my life away
As I continue...
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
Just Blown Awayyy
Try to act like you
Ain't know the planes got it
I'm in Chi-town smoking
Like a train charlotte
Never match
They say I dress train spotta
I just stay up collecting sky mileage
I'm a high pilot
You must acknowledge
The fact that I'm not a novice
Professional driver on a closed circuit
Monster beats got Nascar spitta
On them tracks perfect
Grind outta my mind
Because it's so worth it
Enable spitta to make a big purchase
3 story crib, driveway half-circle
Dodge Barracuda nigga
Concrete surfer
Engine growling like a rottweiler
Trynna hurt ya
Bags of purple strong enough
To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel
Spitta hand deliver fly verses
Three accidents on purpose, yeah...
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
Uh, Raps I buss em
Problems with my life don't discuss em
Coups and leer jets I lust them
Can't hear them haters talk
I'm above them
But they push me to do it
That's why I love them
Fittin snub in the Chevy seat
Niggas see the future
That's ahead of me
And wish that it was cease to be
Buzz increase until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building
Bitch we do our thang
Who the main manuveur
The coup in vancouver
Canadian ladies is speakin
The fly language
I'm partially famous
Popularity gaining
They wondering when I blow
Am I gunna lose my underground soul
The answer is hell no
I'm definatley maintaining
I'm way to G
Them other niggas do their thang
But them niggas ain't me
Wear what you can't buy
Slidin where you can't be
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
(Hehehe) Just Blown Awayyy
Roll somethin up
Mama what's the smoke in here
Sneak in here and wing tips
I never bought a pair
Out of dress code
Still getting in there
Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair
MDA and THC combining
She high climbing into the truck
We ridin, jack move fool
Ain't no denying the cool
The mirror image ain't quick enough
To mimic my move
You niggas thoughts about as shallow
As a kiddie pool
Can't articulate themselves
In their interviews
Rappers on a respirators
Breathing through a tube
Revivin with the live shit
We make it good as new
Tired of hand jobs
Shit, my nigga me too
Bad bitches want the real
Baby girl I feel you
Only thing I can do
Is move pen or pencil
Write and smoke my life away
As I continue...
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
Just Blown Awayyy
Try to act like you
Ain't know the planes got it
I'm in Chi-town smoking
Like a train charlotte
Never match
They say I dress train spotta
I just stay up collecting sky mileage
I'm a high pilot
You must acknowledge
The fact that I'm not a novice
Professional driver on a closed circuit
Monster beats got Nascar spitta
On them tracks perfect
Grind outta my mind
Because it's so worth it
Enable spitta to make a big purchase
3 story crib, driveway half-circle
Dodge Barracuda nigga
Concrete surfer
Engine growling like a rottweiler
Trynna hurt ya
Bags of purple strong enough
To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel
Spitta hand deliver fly verses
Three accidents on purpose, yeah...
Scared of Monstas lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
You niggas scared of monsters (Jets, nigga)
This beat right here is a monster
Them niggas scared of monsters (Jets, bitch)
[Verse 1:]
You already know what weed do to my mind, fool
Make stars align when I step in the sound booth
Rhyme patterns dripping battery acid on the tablet
Letters etched in stone resting next to my phone
Best I be left alone when I'm resting on my throne
Writing that's exciting you, upset cause your girl like it
I guess I'm a psychic, I told you that I would do it
Credit Spitta for repping New Orleans hard in his music
I was cool with Master P when Eddie Griffin was foolish
Paid a California girl that was into Karma Sutra
Don't believe in Santa Claus, but I believe in monsters
They'll beat your head off if I leave you around 'em
Stay within your bounds, some of them city niggas clowning
I'm just looking down from my private terrace, lounging
You just looking down cause I'm steady up climbing
So high, I feel the temperature drop in the climate
[Hook:]
Cause niggas scared of monsters
Them niggas scared of monsters
This beat right here is a monster
[Verse 2:]
Sweatpants and Bo Jackson's
Listening to Pac's teardrops and closed caskets
Story got told that was oh so tragic
Every day in the presence the same shit happens
Nigga get clapped and retaliation follow
Homie kill whoadie, whoadie's homie's gonna kill homie tomorrow
Oblivious hood, I ride in my Monte Carlo
Pinning my rhymes of happiness, not sorrow
So I don't shift from sugar niggas, a pusher
That's why when my brother offered me a burner I took it
Pray I never have to use it but I keep it baby
Cause it seems the cool niggas getting killed lately
And I'll be damned, never mind, I'll put it behind
Delorean doing eighty five, I travel through time
That's how I got that old game, leaning on the Azure
Mama said nice car, I'm like this old thing?
[Hook]
You niggas scared of monsters (Jets, nigga)
This beat right here is a monster
Them niggas scared of monsters (Jets, bitch)
[Verse 1:]
You already know what weed do to my mind, fool
Make stars align when I step in the sound booth
Rhyme patterns dripping battery acid on the tablet
Letters etched in stone resting next to my phone
Best I be left alone when I'm resting on my throne
Writing that's exciting you, upset cause your girl like it
I guess I'm a psychic, I told you that I would do it
Credit Spitta for repping New Orleans hard in his music
I was cool with Master P when Eddie Griffin was foolish
Paid a California girl that was into Karma Sutra
Don't believe in Santa Claus, but I believe in monsters
They'll beat your head off if I leave you around 'em
Stay within your bounds, some of them city niggas clowning
I'm just looking down from my private terrace, lounging
You just looking down cause I'm steady up climbing
So high, I feel the temperature drop in the climate
[Hook:]
Cause niggas scared of monsters
Them niggas scared of monsters
This beat right here is a monster
[Verse 2:]
Sweatpants and Bo Jackson's
Listening to Pac's teardrops and closed caskets
Story got told that was oh so tragic
Every day in the presence the same shit happens
Nigga get clapped and retaliation follow
Homie kill whoadie, whoadie's homie's gonna kill homie tomorrow
Oblivious hood, I ride in my Monte Carlo
Pinning my rhymes of happiness, not sorrow
So I don't shift from sugar niggas, a pusher
That's why when my brother offered me a burner I took it
Pray I never have to use it but I keep it baby
Cause it seems the cool niggas getting killed lately
And I'll be damned, never mind, I'll put it behind
Delorean doing eighty five, I travel through time
That's how I got that old game, leaning on the Azure
Mama said nice car, I'm like this old thing?
[Hook]
Elevator Musik lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
(Yawns)
Long night,
Think I gave my last hundred (To the fuckin' valet)
Good evening Mr. Jackson
I mean good morning, shit
Dang
[Verse 1:]
Uhh, Number fo' jordan soles to the flo'
Steppin through the elevator door,
Select a level that I wanna be on
One push of a button be gone
Doors open in the living room of my home,
Penthouse I own
I got it on my own
When I'm gone engrave
That phrase on my tombstone
Nigga I'm in the zone,
Like the 1-3-1
Lookin' down on the super dome gettin super doam
New Orleans I roam
I love where I'm from
They know where I started they know how far I've come
If I said I'm a do it you could consider it done
My track record will prove it, I showed you for seven months
Mixtape after mixtape all was solid
Google my name and you could read all about it
No longer No limit but a nigga still bout it
No longer Cash Money still got fat pockets
[Chorus:]
Uhh, this is elevator music
All we do is ride around and get high too it [x2]
All we do is ride around and get high too it
That's why we call it the elevator music (Look up it's the jets nigga)
Cause all we do is ride around
And get high to it (Where haven't we been yet)
[Verse 2:]
Uhh, a yessir I got my lazy eyes
On that prize dime right there
I pull up the coup
It's like a pull out a chair
Because the girl broke a smile and just sat there,
Yeah shit happen like that all the time
I'm used to it
I just take it in strides
Split another, keep movin
Tie loose ends,
Burn a couple of frees
Chop fan business
Burn a pound of haze
Moves get made mo funds to raid
Niggas wanna get paid, get high, get laid
And repeat those steps
And that order everyday
My name in these streets
My name is my name
That shit that I say to remind you niggas
Even if you don't see me I'm around you niggas
I pound these bitches
Dumbfound these critics
Just spittin' the shit that I'm really livin'
Spitta
[Chorus]
(Yawns)
Long night,
Think I gave my last hundred (To the fuckin' valet)
Good evening Mr. Jackson
I mean good morning, shit
Dang
[Verse 1:]
Uhh, Number fo' jordan soles to the flo'
Steppin through the elevator door,
Select a level that I wanna be on
One push of a button be gone
Doors open in the living room of my home,
Penthouse I own
I got it on my own
When I'm gone engrave
That phrase on my tombstone
Nigga I'm in the zone,
Like the 1-3-1
Lookin' down on the super dome gettin super doam
New Orleans I roam
I love where I'm from
They know where I started they know how far I've come
If I said I'm a do it you could consider it done
My track record will prove it, I showed you for seven months
Mixtape after mixtape all was solid
Google my name and you could read all about it
No longer No limit but a nigga still bout it
No longer Cash Money still got fat pockets
[Chorus:]
Uhh, this is elevator music
All we do is ride around and get high too it [x2]
All we do is ride around and get high too it
That's why we call it the elevator music (Look up it's the jets nigga)
Cause all we do is ride around
And get high to it (Where haven't we been yet)
[Verse 2:]
Uhh, a yessir I got my lazy eyes
On that prize dime right there
I pull up the coup
It's like a pull out a chair
Because the girl broke a smile and just sat there,
Yeah shit happen like that all the time
I'm used to it
I just take it in strides
Split another, keep movin
Tie loose ends,
Burn a couple of frees
Chop fan business
Burn a pound of haze
Moves get made mo funds to raid
Niggas wanna get paid, get high, get laid
And repeat those steps
And that order everyday
My name in these streets
My name is my name
That shit that I say to remind you niggas
Even if you don't see me I'm around you niggas
I pound these bitches
Dumbfound these critics
Just spittin' the shit that I'm really livin'
Spitta
[Chorus]
On My Plane lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low)
[Intro:]
Yeah
Jets nigga where haven't we been yet
Could turn me up a lil bit though
Fuck boys is wonderin' if they bitch next
[Verse 1:]
Everybody like "He's no item, please don't like him"
But the chance to sip cham with champs is enticing
Tried to fight the fever she followed them flashing lights man
And it's leading her directly to where I am
I stand G'd up as always
You can't knock it
Three cheers for spitta cause he always on his fly shit
I caught her eyes with sure hands like the legendary Jerry Rice
I give it to her right have her dreamin of weddin rice
She never smoke so much weed in her life
She high, I'm high
Too stuck to wake up
Remote control, shut the blinds
I wouldn't mind if we fuck a dozen mo times
Before you dip cause you gotta get back to your man
Don't ask when you can see me again
I ain't good at making plans
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Spendin winter time at iceland, I am
[Hook:]
When I get too high on my plane
Will I remember how dope it was last time you came
When I get too high on my plane
And if I ever touch down in your city we could do it again
[Verse 2:]
A rolling stone gathers no moss
I'm stoned
Rolling joints, flipping hoes like a coin toss
Niggas don't trust spitta cause he knock they hoes off
Homie I don't fuck witcha then there's no holds barred
Brung her to the club with you fool
That's yo fault
She chose to move with a boss
That's yo loss
Bitch niggas hatin on the jets so they throw salt
Mama lovin on the jets wanna take her clothes off
Homie in the car all alone as he drove off
He gone cry in the car
Won't see his girl till tomorrow
She at my crib in a bra
Dancing on top of the bar
Don't trip just friends we are
Shorty I'm goin far
And you see me smart enough to know
That I'm finna blow
Like a lit firecracker or some armed C4
Goin places and seein things
Fuckin hella bad bitches and not attachin any strings
[Hook:]
When I get too high on my plane
Will I remember how get the plugs last time you came
When I get too high on my plane
And if I ever touch down in your city we could do it again
Yeah
Jets nigga where haven't we been yet
Could turn me up a lil bit though
Fuck boys is wonderin' if they bitch next
[Verse 1:]
Everybody like "He's no item, please don't like him"
But the chance to sip cham with champs is enticing
Tried to fight the fever she followed them flashing lights man
And it's leading her directly to where I am
I stand G'd up as always
You can't knock it
Three cheers for spitta cause he always on his fly shit
I caught her eyes with sure hands like the legendary Jerry Rice
I give it to her right have her dreamin of weddin rice
She never smoke so much weed in her life
She high, I'm high
Too stuck to wake up
Remote control, shut the blinds
I wouldn't mind if we fuck a dozen mo times
Before you dip cause you gotta get back to your man
Don't ask when you can see me again
I ain't good at making plans
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Spendin winter time at iceland, I am
[Hook:]
When I get too high on my plane
Will I remember how dope it was last time you came
When I get too high on my plane
And if I ever touch down in your city we could do it again
[Verse 2:]
A rolling stone gathers no moss
I'm stoned
Rolling joints, flipping hoes like a coin toss
Niggas don't trust spitta cause he knock they hoes off
Homie I don't fuck witcha then there's no holds barred
Brung her to the club with you fool
That's yo fault
She chose to move with a boss
That's yo loss
Bitch niggas hatin on the jets so they throw salt
Mama lovin on the jets wanna take her clothes off
Homie in the car all alone as he drove off
He gone cry in the car
Won't see his girl till tomorrow
She at my crib in a bra
Dancing on top of the bar
Don't trip just friends we are
Shorty I'm goin far
And you see me smart enough to know
That I'm finna blow
Like a lit firecracker or some armed C4
Goin places and seein things
Fuckin hella bad bitches and not attachin any strings
[Hook:]
When I get too high on my plane
Will I remember how get the plugs last time you came
When I get too high on my plane
And if I ever touch down in your city we could do it again
16 Switches lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro - Curren$y:]
Yup, yea, yea, JETS, nigga
Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next
Spitta
Nigga
(Took another pull of the potent)
16 Switches Spitta
(Dope tracks, he dozin', spitta get them...)
Ya'll niggas scared of monsters?
[Verse 1:]
I don't bang, I spit the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminding me of Good Times
Cause I'm, posted, toasted up
By my hood bitch, she rolling up ganja
I'm reading over scripts for a HBO drama
Mo' zeroes, mo' commas
Mo' pretty drunk bitches piled in my Impala
6-3 drop top, just like Doughboy
Do we got a problem?
Hope not nigga, just tryna have a good time
Cause I heard there's hoes out
Whoa now, told her I don't like her
Rocking with her toes out
I'm after Jenny with the Foamposite Pennys
These niggas is actors
They need Emmys
These bitches wear me out like Fendi
Again, these niggas is actors
Give 'em all Emmys
These Bitches wear me out like Fendi
Spitta!
[Hook:]
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he goes in
Spitta get them bitches wide open
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he goes in
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
[Verse 2:]
I even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read "Spitta please don't quit
Cause you that shit
Them niggas ain't like you
They don't make that shit to smoke and ride to like you do"
I admit that it's true
I'm good at which I do
I can show you the proof
Cop a coupe and put the footage on YouTube
"Spitta you that nigga"
Ladies tell me on the daily
Hit my Myspace and put the ringtones on they cellies
I'm on the couch, eyes glued to the telly
Watching Family Guy
Waiting for Brian to sing "Peanut Butter & Jelly Time"
Rarely I'm seen on the clube scene lately
Cause in my city, it's a couple DJs hating
Homie I'm saying, na fuck it, I'm laying up in the crib
Swiss cheese, sliced turkey
On top of the Ritz
Cracker, that's that shit
When you get as high as I get
I got the munchies
Tell your honey make some more for me, bitch
(Yea, yea, that's it, that's it, that's the one right there)
[Hook/Outro:]
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
Lokin'
Sunrooof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the 3 wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
I'm just lokin'
Open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the 3 wheel motion
He Dozin'
Get them, wide open
Yup, yea, yea, JETS, nigga
Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next
Spitta
Nigga
(Took another pull of the potent)
16 Switches Spitta
(Dope tracks, he dozin', spitta get them...)
Ya'll niggas scared of monsters?
[Verse 1:]
I don't bang, I spit the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminding me of Good Times
Cause I'm, posted, toasted up
By my hood bitch, she rolling up ganja
I'm reading over scripts for a HBO drama
Mo' zeroes, mo' commas
Mo' pretty drunk bitches piled in my Impala
6-3 drop top, just like Doughboy
Do we got a problem?
Hope not nigga, just tryna have a good time
Cause I heard there's hoes out
Whoa now, told her I don't like her
Rocking with her toes out
I'm after Jenny with the Foamposite Pennys
These niggas is actors
They need Emmys
These bitches wear me out like Fendi
Again, these niggas is actors
Give 'em all Emmys
These Bitches wear me out like Fendi
Spitta!
[Hook:]
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he goes in
Spitta get them bitches wide open
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he goes in
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
[Verse 2:]
I even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read "Spitta please don't quit
Cause you that shit
Them niggas ain't like you
They don't make that shit to smoke and ride to like you do"
I admit that it's true
I'm good at which I do
I can show you the proof
Cop a coupe and put the footage on YouTube
"Spitta you that nigga"
Ladies tell me on the daily
Hit my Myspace and put the ringtones on they cellies
I'm on the couch, eyes glued to the telly
Watching Family Guy
Waiting for Brian to sing "Peanut Butter & Jelly Time"
Rarely I'm seen on the clube scene lately
Cause in my city, it's a couple DJs hating
Homie I'm saying, na fuck it, I'm laying up in the crib
Swiss cheese, sliced turkey
On top of the Ritz
Cracker, that's that shit
When you get as high as I get
I got the munchies
Tell your honey make some more for me, bitch
(Yea, yea, that's it, that's it, that's the one right there)
[Hook/Outro:]
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
Lokin'
Sunrooof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the 3 wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
I'm just lokin'
Open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the 3 wheel motion
He Dozin'
Get them, wide open
The Jets Son lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low & Jean LaPhare)
[Curren$y:]
Bet you never met a nigga like me
Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off
Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises
Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds
Openen eyes, you witness history
I am the epitome, of a nigga doin' what he please and getting cheese Simultaneously
(Non-understandable)
I got a million of 'em. Bet you out there, get the croud moving with any of them
Got them going, got 'em coming
Spitta revolving. don't go around, marry-go
Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives
After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
[Curren$y:]
The riddler in the mix, still on my pap shit
Play with hoes, and my plate closed
Shoutout to the clips, stroll through the mall
Stop for some chicks, took a couple pics
Asked what's up? same ole' shit
Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll
Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed
Niggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune
Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't
Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin
Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different
Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city
I put my niggas on, and I put them on some bad bitches, YEA
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
[Dee Low:]
You know how it go down when I come in this bitch, ya heard me
Walk like a pimp, nigga talk real dirty
Ladies love my boy like I'm a prince or something
So I just chill back and play with their tits or somethin
They don't mind, they be like "yo dee low" after the show
They like "can we come dee low?"
Nah give me your digits and I'll give you a call
You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho
What do you expect, I'm a pimp, a balla' ho
You see the crew, you see the bong, you see the plane color floor
J-j-just watch us, I glow
If you Dee to the Low, me and spitta bout to take a trip to Tokyo
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
Bet you never met a nigga like me
Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off
Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises
Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds
Openen eyes, you witness history
I am the epitome, of a nigga doin' what he please and getting cheese Simultaneously
(Non-understandable)
I got a million of 'em. Bet you out there, get the croud moving with any of them
Got them going, got 'em coming
Spitta revolving. don't go around, marry-go
Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives
After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
[Curren$y:]
The riddler in the mix, still on my pap shit
Play with hoes, and my plate closed
Shoutout to the clips, stroll through the mall
Stop for some chicks, took a couple pics
Asked what's up? same ole' shit
Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll
Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed
Niggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune
Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't
Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin
Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different
Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city
I put my niggas on, and I put them on some bad bitches, YEA
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
[Dee Low:]
You know how it go down when I come in this bitch, ya heard me
Walk like a pimp, nigga talk real dirty
Ladies love my boy like I'm a prince or something
So I just chill back and play with their tits or somethin
They don't mind, they be like "yo dee low" after the show
They like "can we come dee low?"
Nah give me your digits and I'll give you a call
You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho
What do you expect, I'm a pimp, a balla' ho
You see the crew, you see the bong, you see the plane color floor
J-j-just watch us, I glow
If you Dee to the Low, me and spitta bout to take a trip to Tokyo
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
Sail On lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Chris)
[Verse 1: Young Chris]
(Chyeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Gunna! (Sail on!)
Shit was all good while it lasted
But I can't keep on? flowing?
As long as the fiends keep on itchin'
Nigga, the grams keep on sellin'
(That's right!)
Bottom of the roost
From the heart of North Philly
To the top of Hollywood
Model bitches, Cali-good
I got something that they need
That they want
I'm the supplier, shorty
Low numbers on them pretty bitches
And it's FIRE!
Ghetto be my prior
I be the one that they admire
Home of the flier
I gotta become a retire
It's a rap!
I got it from here
Yes I solemnly swear
This is a global introduction, a hottest premiere
Been the fuzziest year
Staring out of my rear
Fuck the pussy police!
We got shotties to air
Never dead body, a pair
Paid a pussies a visit
Never mind being tense
Never fuck a statistic
Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it
It's just the code of this shit
And we live it
Curren$y kick it
(Uh kick it)
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah!
One of the masters of the drug flow
Anti-club dress code
I just ignore those
Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe
Bankin' on the outside of the box like a barcode. (Sail on!)
Like a seven-foot sinna
Spitta don't gotta cross ova
I just stay in the lane
Show off dunks and hang
From my goals obtained
Planes boarded
So I was already soarin'
You smell it in my clothes
Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren
Spitta missin'
You lookin' for him?
Take a number nigga
Never home
Gotta call me on the yacht
Floatin' out
Bottles poppin' before I left the dock
Who is that?
In the Vinny Jack?
Bumpin' super cat?
XJ 12
Soft top, retractable shell
Parking near the boat launch in Paris
Spending french bread
Nigga croissants
I got a flow that you can sail on
Yeah!
[Hook: {Curren$y}]
Sail on, Julia! (Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?)
Without the fears of ghosts. (Wondering if they-)
Sail on, Julia! (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.)
Without the fears of ghosts. (From the mansion to the yacht deck.)
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
(Uh)
Spitta is chillin'
Jeans, paper, denim
Milk and Oreos with the double stuffed filling
On the internet
Ordering another engine
For the lavender Chevy
With the suede gray innards
Seen niggas go insane trying to get it
The thought process of a first place winna
JETS nigga!
We enter the dragon, got
Bruce Lee in the go-yard
My lethal kicks cause damage
Vaca. Puff Sour Diesel in the hammy
They hated on it
Said that it could never happen
I waited on em
As my plan was bein mastered
Have patience cause the best is the last laughin'
Slashing, dancing, through my defenders
No look passin'
Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion
And I'm
New Orleans fliest
Do rewind this
The JETS get the highest
(Uh)
[Hook:]
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts
(Chyeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Gunna! (Sail on!)
Shit was all good while it lasted
But I can't keep on? flowing?
As long as the fiends keep on itchin'
Nigga, the grams keep on sellin'
(That's right!)
Bottom of the roost
From the heart of North Philly
To the top of Hollywood
Model bitches, Cali-good
I got something that they need
That they want
I'm the supplier, shorty
Low numbers on them pretty bitches
And it's FIRE!
Ghetto be my prior
I be the one that they admire
Home of the flier
I gotta become a retire
It's a rap!
I got it from here
Yes I solemnly swear
This is a global introduction, a hottest premiere
Been the fuzziest year
Staring out of my rear
Fuck the pussy police!
We got shotties to air
Never dead body, a pair
Paid a pussies a visit
Never mind being tense
Never fuck a statistic
Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it
It's just the code of this shit
And we live it
Curren$y kick it
(Uh kick it)
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah!
One of the masters of the drug flow
Anti-club dress code
I just ignore those
Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe
Bankin' on the outside of the box like a barcode. (Sail on!)
Like a seven-foot sinna
Spitta don't gotta cross ova
I just stay in the lane
Show off dunks and hang
From my goals obtained
Planes boarded
So I was already soarin'
You smell it in my clothes
Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren
Spitta missin'
You lookin' for him?
Take a number nigga
Never home
Gotta call me on the yacht
Floatin' out
Bottles poppin' before I left the dock
Who is that?
In the Vinny Jack?
Bumpin' super cat?
XJ 12
Soft top, retractable shell
Parking near the boat launch in Paris
Spending french bread
Nigga croissants
I got a flow that you can sail on
Yeah!
[Hook: {Curren$y}]
Sail on, Julia! (Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?)
Without the fears of ghosts. (Wondering if they-)
Sail on, Julia! (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.)
Without the fears of ghosts. (From the mansion to the yacht deck.)
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
(Uh)
Spitta is chillin'
Jeans, paper, denim
Milk and Oreos with the double stuffed filling
On the internet
Ordering another engine
For the lavender Chevy
With the suede gray innards
Seen niggas go insane trying to get it
The thought process of a first place winna
JETS nigga!
We enter the dragon, got
Bruce Lee in the go-yard
My lethal kicks cause damage
Vaca. Puff Sour Diesel in the hammy
They hated on it
Said that it could never happen
I waited on em
As my plan was bein mastered
Have patience cause the best is the last laughin'
Slashing, dancing, through my defenders
No look passin'
Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion
And I'm
New Orleans fliest
Do rewind this
The JETS get the highest
(Uh)
[Hook:]
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts
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