Often imitated never duplicated
The hero, unsung champion, uncongratulated
Through it all I keep it G
And that's what fascinates her
Cause she'd rather go with me
Than anyplace that you gon'take her
She can tell the fake one in the presence of the real
Cause my game tight: vacuum seal
Was bein' slept on like a cot in the shelter
Now them owners in my section like
"Spitta how can I help ya?"
She like, "What you involved in?"
I tell her construction, cause I really am
I built this whole empire from nothin'
I hear none of them niggas;
They don't stand for nothin
Like they're tied to their chairs
Trust me, I'm aware that it's cold
But it's fair
From the inside, looking out there
I see bitches waiting, niggas waiting, cops patrolling
Be careful, don't look them in they're faces
We holding, tryna get out the matrix like Neo and them
[x2:]
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
The all-natural, non-tobacco rapper is back at you
Just in case you though I quit scribbling tablets
I parachute out of bed cause I woke up still high
From the previous evening of getting toe-up
Told 'em before, but they didn't believe it
I showed 'em over one million flows to be chose from
Sixteen switches; Spitta still get them bitches wide open
Like my front gate when I'm pulling my Camaro in
Got your girl in tow, carrying a tote bag
With some clothes, cause it be a few before she come back
Making moves with your's truly in the car makes her a drug mule
Cause I'm on narcotics stronger than a schedule II- Oo!
I keeps it funky when I come through
You coping with hard times;
Only thing hard of mine is my denim, fool
Founding member of an influential crew- JETS, nigga!
Now we've formally been introduced
[x2:]
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
And we already showed you how to cook up, cook up
You trying to find the JETS? Just look up, look up
You trying to find your girl? I done took her, took her
The JETS is in the house, fool
Yeah, and I still got that drug flow
Spit that shit that makes them bitches eyes roll
And when them skeezers see what I drove
No, bitch! I'm just-
[x3:]
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
"Weekend At Burnie's" (2011)
- #JetsGo lyrics - Curren$y
- Still lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)
- She Don't Want A Man lyrics - Curren$y
- One Life lyrics - Curren$y
- You See It lyrics - Curren$y
- Televised lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
- This Is The Life lyrics - Curren$y
- On G's lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
- Money Machine lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
- What's What lyrics - Curren$y
- JLC lyrics - Curren$y
- Get Paid lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
#JetsGo lyrics - Curren$y
[Background Ad-Libs]
Yea. yea..yea
Ain't nothing... to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it ..
[Verse 1]
Uhhh..
Never will it stop
Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring them withcha
[Chorus]
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke,
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go
[Bridge]
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
[Verse 2]
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie
Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls
Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game CHUMP your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Save her
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations......
...Yea
Yea. yea..yea
Ain't nothing... to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it ..
[Verse 1]
Uhhh..
Never will it stop
Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring them withcha
[Chorus]
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke,
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go
[Bridge]
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
[Verse 2]
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie
Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls
Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game CHUMP your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Save her
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations......
...Yea
Still lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
About to land jets on some suckers houses
Homie come about it that side shit
You call your girl crib in the background she bumping my shit
You mad I’m at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
Pouring some of that potent for the true smoking shit my homie had
Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners
With lil mama tell them hit some of this sticky with me
Just being around me make her slippery, sexy pajamas when she visit me
Her friends fall through, with louder that, over talking, baller stalking
Search for eye contact so they could double back and ass g
When I got some time free, but honestly
Building this empire taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now you found my lighter
And my grinder it be perfect ho
And it’s still, and it’s still jets at yo motherfuckin
[Verse 2: Trademark]
And I stand here, g’d up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby smoke it all, I ain’t tripping I just reup
She thought real niggers was dead I made her a believer
Now she us, we a different breed
Come planning from a different species
Young bred to keep it
My life is like a movie but I’m living out the scenes
I’m pulling x for the rex I’m all about the cream
By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams
A better living fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed I’m puffing late up in the villa
South beach suite metropost smoking and chilling
Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the Deals she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this g shit that I’m spitting
At Will, it’s still, it’s still, jets at yo motherfuckin
Already
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle she said I’m all in
She say most niggers change you ain’t nothing like them
So I got her high as hell, I’m talking about the rim
But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind
Ain’t too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn’t last a minute if they’d live where I live
They couldn’t walk a mile in these jordans number 10's
And I got that shit off like think you come again
Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
So need what my cash for that’s word to money mitch
I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It’s crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
My reply bet I will and it’s still, it’s still
Jets at yo motherfuckin, yeah
About to land jets on some suckers houses
Homie come about it that side shit
You call your girl crib in the background she bumping my shit
You mad I’m at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
Pouring some of that potent for the true smoking shit my homie had
Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners
With lil mama tell them hit some of this sticky with me
Just being around me make her slippery, sexy pajamas when she visit me
Her friends fall through, with louder that, over talking, baller stalking
Search for eye contact so they could double back and ass g
When I got some time free, but honestly
Building this empire taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now you found my lighter
And my grinder it be perfect ho
And it’s still, and it’s still jets at yo motherfuckin
[Verse 2: Trademark]
And I stand here, g’d up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby smoke it all, I ain’t tripping I just reup
She thought real niggers was dead I made her a believer
Now she us, we a different breed
Come planning from a different species
Young bred to keep it
My life is like a movie but I’m living out the scenes
I’m pulling x for the rex I’m all about the cream
By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams
A better living fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed I’m puffing late up in the villa
South beach suite metropost smoking and chilling
Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the Deals she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this g shit that I’m spitting
At Will, it’s still, it’s still, jets at yo motherfuckin
Already
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle she said I’m all in
She say most niggers change you ain’t nothing like them
So I got her high as hell, I’m talking about the rim
But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind
Ain’t too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn’t last a minute if they’d live where I live
They couldn’t walk a mile in these jordans number 10's
And I got that shit off like think you come again
Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
So need what my cash for that’s word to money mitch
I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It’s crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
My reply bet I will and it’s still, it’s still
Jets at yo motherfuckin, yeah
She Don't Want A Man lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1]
She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
Even though I knew shawty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues,
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships,
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don’t fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners, feel a void inside her
Cause she wasn't fucking with a rider
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
[Verse 2]
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
Most bitches ain't ready
But Shawty ain't tripping, she was living already
My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Cant get too far I mean this isn't marriage bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
But she don’t want see him, mad,
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
She got dressed and left in a flash
But she saying she be back!
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
[Verse 3]
Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time
To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
We could fly more than a pair there's plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway
She bossed her way back she don't crawl away
Her body designed Frank Cartier
Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
Her man askin her whats wrong she don’t know what to say,
But she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we’ve made
She had far too much she could say
That fucking me was a perfect mistake
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
Even though I knew shawty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues,
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships,
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don’t fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners, feel a void inside her
Cause she wasn't fucking with a rider
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
[Verse 2]
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
Most bitches ain't ready
But Shawty ain't tripping, she was living already
My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Cant get too far I mean this isn't marriage bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
But she don’t want see him, mad,
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
She got dressed and left in a flash
But she saying she be back!
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
[Verse 3]
Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time
To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
We could fly more than a pair there's plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway
She bossed her way back she don't crawl away
Her body designed Frank Cartier
Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
Her man askin her whats wrong she don’t know what to say,
But she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we’ve made
She had far too much she could say
That fucking me was a perfect mistake
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
One Life lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Well, in these times, well at least to I
It's a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like
That's why I put the flow in a cocoon
Transform it into something new
Created my winter raps in June
Stored them in the vineyard, it'll be November when you hear em
I bought these J's in '99, you just seeing 'em now
You might see me on TV with 'em
Might see me in the streets conversating with killers
I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches
I own planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
Thought we was all meetin' here
Where did all of these mice come from?
Stop tweeting babygirl, roll up, light somethin'
Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryna write somethin'
[Hook: Curren$y]
One life we live, highed up
Everybody wishing they was us
It's easy to see
I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
And the million dollar plan
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Right quick, hit a quick right
In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes
I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up'
Pull him to the side, get him right, I'm getting high
Tryna keep my profile low
Hoes digging after my gold, I'm on 'em though
Commando, Rambo, ammo
Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin'
I'm finna roll, babygirl, you playin'
Fourteen inch [?] with the white walls on the Cutlass
With the suede buckets
Sold a Regal with the vouges and the mayonnaise mustard ties
My [?] like
'Who them new niggas?' She don't trust them guys
Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes
It's treacherous and it's live
[Hook]
Well, in these times, well at least to I
It's a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like
That's why I put the flow in a cocoon
Transform it into something new
Created my winter raps in June
Stored them in the vineyard, it'll be November when you hear em
I bought these J's in '99, you just seeing 'em now
You might see me on TV with 'em
Might see me in the streets conversating with killers
I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches
I own planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
Thought we was all meetin' here
Where did all of these mice come from?
Stop tweeting babygirl, roll up, light somethin'
Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryna write somethin'
[Hook: Curren$y]
One life we live, highed up
Everybody wishing they was us
It's easy to see
I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
And the million dollar plan
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Right quick, hit a quick right
In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes
I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up'
Pull him to the side, get him right, I'm getting high
Tryna keep my profile low
Hoes digging after my gold, I'm on 'em though
Commando, Rambo, ammo
Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin'
I'm finna roll, babygirl, you playin'
Fourteen inch [?] with the white walls on the Cutlass
With the suede buckets
Sold a Regal with the vouges and the mayonnaise mustard ties
My [?] like
'Who them new niggas?' She don't trust them guys
Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes
It's treacherous and it's live
[Hook]
You See It lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1]
Poolside, too high, with three bitches
With four lives, I’m finna deal
Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz
Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie.
But you know I still talk my shit right
What you tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio
At least one time? It’s cool though!
We getting major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools, though
It was us the whole time!
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But sun do what the sun do rise
Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize
Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch
She give me the best top
A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it’s getting…
[Hook]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed lye, I know you here screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
[Verse 2]
Cross-eyed, a few drinks
Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks!
Spitta Andretti, I’m money on wheels
Like a Brink truck, way tough
Nigga never budge, that’s my space! What
Marvel at my stance at your girl
What she think, she can’t even respond
Cause her mind is now mine, fool
I ain’t lying, let’s just cross the couch
Sleeping with my shoes on just in case I have
to wake up and be out
Once again it’s on
Mama bring my bong to the game room
With nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but your man’s on his papers
Spendin’ them, stackin’ them, feelin’ them
Wrappin’ em, lightin’ em, never passin’ em
I rolled it up myself and I don’t remember your help
That’s how we do it now, fall through the jetset
Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city
Baby girl rock them titties
[Hook]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed loud, I know you hear screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
Poolside, too high, with three bitches
With four lives, I’m finna deal
Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz
Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie.
But you know I still talk my shit right
What you tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio
At least one time? It’s cool though!
We getting major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools, though
It was us the whole time!
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But sun do what the sun do rise
Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize
Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch
She give me the best top
A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it’s getting…
[Hook]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed lye, I know you here screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
[Verse 2]
Cross-eyed, a few drinks
Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks!
Spitta Andretti, I’m money on wheels
Like a Brink truck, way tough
Nigga never budge, that’s my space! What
Marvel at my stance at your girl
What she think, she can’t even respond
Cause her mind is now mine, fool
I ain’t lying, let’s just cross the couch
Sleeping with my shoes on just in case I have
to wake up and be out
Once again it’s on
Mama bring my bong to the game room
With nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but your man’s on his papers
Spendin’ them, stackin’ them, feelin’ them
Wrappin’ em, lightin’ em, never passin’ em
I rolled it up myself and I don’t remember your help
That’s how we do it now, fall through the jetset
Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city
Baby girl rock them titties
[Hook]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed loud, I know you hear screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
Televised lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y]
From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
Bring your own buds in for test inspection
'Fore access is granted to my section
My diesel East Coast, my kush is Western Conference
Chronic, nothing but bombest for
The elitest of rhymers and beat designers
You smell these trees leaking through your equalizers
A boss on them raws though I started with them EZ Widers
OG daytons nigga not them eagle wires
A couple niggas from the old block mad
So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass
To keep an eye out, smoking one for the homie on the mural
As I ride past. If I was drinking, I'd have poured some wine out
Not your frank Amy Winehouse
Candy paint on my skybox, tell a square bitch "watch out!"
[Hook - Curren$y]
The reeferlution will be televised..
We getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised..
[Verse 2 - Fiend]
The new-school coupe just left the paint booth
Got me stepping like a Nupe, barking like a Que
G'd up music, we spark a barbeque
Got a '70 Carlo named after daughter too
Excellent Wolverine blue, you can see the water too
Oak wood turning, know what we burning..
Absolutely, baby! International Jones, jet life
I [?] and the [?]
Paper plates and I [?]
You were smoking with [?] what do I sacrifice
Paint job fine as the hair on a frog's back
The green you bringing better glow or stank or we don't want that
Get My leaders from Houston
Monsta Beatz on the heat that we using
My engine sounds like it's been juicin'
Chick bad my stick, I'm shooting
Spitta Andretti, what we call it? Reefer
[Hook - Curren$y]
The reeferlution will be televised..
Yeah mama, we getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised..
From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
Bring your own buds in for test inspection
'Fore access is granted to my section
My diesel East Coast, my kush is Western Conference
Chronic, nothing but bombest for
The elitest of rhymers and beat designers
You smell these trees leaking through your equalizers
A boss on them raws though I started with them EZ Widers
OG daytons nigga not them eagle wires
A couple niggas from the old block mad
So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass
To keep an eye out, smoking one for the homie on the mural
As I ride past. If I was drinking, I'd have poured some wine out
Not your frank Amy Winehouse
Candy paint on my skybox, tell a square bitch "watch out!"
[Hook - Curren$y]
The reeferlution will be televised..
We getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised..
[Verse 2 - Fiend]
The new-school coupe just left the paint booth
Got me stepping like a Nupe, barking like a Que
G'd up music, we spark a barbeque
Got a '70 Carlo named after daughter too
Excellent Wolverine blue, you can see the water too
Oak wood turning, know what we burning..
Absolutely, baby! International Jones, jet life
I [?] and the [?]
Paper plates and I [?]
You were smoking with [?] what do I sacrifice
Paint job fine as the hair on a frog's back
The green you bringing better glow or stank or we don't want that
Get My leaders from Houston
Monsta Beatz on the heat that we using
My engine sounds like it's been juicin'
Chick bad my stick, I'm shooting
Spitta Andretti, what we call it? Reefer
[Hook - Curren$y]
The reeferlution will be televised..
Yeah mama, we getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised..
This Is The Life lyrics - Curren$y
Still rolling in my Elco on them thiz-angs
Niggas fukking up. They ain't fukking with the pliz-anes
Hits from the bong, Cali strong, got me feeling like I...
Could kill a man, but I would rather kill a baseline
These coke laced lines, too dope for most they turn their noses up
Real niggas turn the music up more
Lookin out the cracked windows, sound and the smoke
Got u high off both. Drugs, audio.
Yall ain't got the heart for it. Get ur cardio, in order bro
Running for the money, pockets double-stuffed... Oreos
Party over here. Bitches feeling like shit in the morning tho
It's the shit! Life with the Jets, with fair warning.
Hoe call who u gotta call before we be off I live far
And ur phone mite not have bars
Babydoll break that weed up for me
I break u off something, have u running ur mouth, leading ur friends to me
[Chorus:]
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.
This is the life.
Ahhh (lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life.
Motor under glass like a pheasant
Jet plans under wraps like presents
Stayed in my lane, gained leverage
Executives checked my credit was merited
We hustling together better than
Going in blindly. Expectations not met
Fools get ejected. Dropped like a Pharcyde record
Gone into hiding like the canvas top of what I driving now
Riding up the block they think I'm moving in the autobot
Hop out, photo op. Scan for the cops. If they not about...
Light something for the cool niggas
Roll another one for the ride
Keep that bag that's all u nigga. I'm out.
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
[Chorus x2:]
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.(lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Ahhh
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life
Niggas fukking up. They ain't fukking with the pliz-anes
Hits from the bong, Cali strong, got me feeling like I...
Could kill a man, but I would rather kill a baseline
These coke laced lines, too dope for most they turn their noses up
Real niggas turn the music up more
Lookin out the cracked windows, sound and the smoke
Got u high off both. Drugs, audio.
Yall ain't got the heart for it. Get ur cardio, in order bro
Running for the money, pockets double-stuffed... Oreos
Party over here. Bitches feeling like shit in the morning tho
It's the shit! Life with the Jets, with fair warning.
Hoe call who u gotta call before we be off I live far
And ur phone mite not have bars
Babydoll break that weed up for me
I break u off something, have u running ur mouth, leading ur friends to me
[Chorus:]
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.
This is the life.
Ahhh (lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life.
Motor under glass like a pheasant
Jet plans under wraps like presents
Stayed in my lane, gained leverage
Executives checked my credit was merited
We hustling together better than
Going in blindly. Expectations not met
Fools get ejected. Dropped like a Pharcyde record
Gone into hiding like the canvas top of what I driving now
Riding up the block they think I'm moving in the autobot
Hop out, photo op. Scan for the cops. If they not about...
Light something for the cool niggas
Roll another one for the ride
Keep that bag that's all u nigga. I'm out.
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
[Chorus x2:]
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.(lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Ahhh
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life
On G's lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
[Hook]
On G's
Niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog
If it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's
Niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog
If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
At ease, as I move with my jet set feeling the breeze
I'm in yo ear like a death threat
Got you wonderin' if I played my best hand yet
You ain't seen nothin'
I'm in yo house like plumbin'
In and out of yo woman
And I'm up gettin' high cuz my crew up and comin'
Different chapters of my establishment
Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets
Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips
Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars
Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home
Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne
Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs
And I try to make it right through these songs
It's niggas tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million
Get it on nigga and show off when you get it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And on the set, shit get live, it's all action
But where I'm from, shit get real, it's no acting
In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis
Life under the scope, them bitches keep looking at me
But picture living where these niggas don't feel a thing
This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain
And all that dirt I did, I still remain without a stain
So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain
Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane
I saw it all but never will I tell a thing
Can't think of one thing to lose, and 'bout a million things to gain
So I charge this to the game
But soon as I got my change, they say I changed maine
They told me state my name, I'm Roddy from the planes maine
These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange maine
But I'm no lame, these niggas know what I claim
I keep it trill to the jet, I put that shit there on the JETS
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Trademark]
Through the lights, cameras, and flashes bong snappin' and action, I'm
Focused on this paper, money transactions is what I'm after playa
Was taught as a youngin' to move smart and get my weight up
Federal reserves papers by the layers, and weed by the acres
Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothin' hata
Greater things await for those who remain patient
Yea that's real talk, matter fact a true statement
But still I grind cuz in the end I want more than Nathan
Smokin' kush, tryna ease them thought with vapors
But my mind stuck on gettin' big faces
Racin' toward the guap, these niggas still chasin'
Runnin' in place, tryna catch up with they replacements
Made it to the majors, live from the basement
Straight to the rooftop with spacious living spaces
With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors
Runnin' the game the OGs gave us
[Hook]
On G's
Niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog
If it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's
Niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog
If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
At ease, as I move with my jet set feeling the breeze
I'm in yo ear like a death threat
Got you wonderin' if I played my best hand yet
You ain't seen nothin'
I'm in yo house like plumbin'
In and out of yo woman
And I'm up gettin' high cuz my crew up and comin'
Different chapters of my establishment
Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets
Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips
Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars
Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home
Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne
Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs
And I try to make it right through these songs
It's niggas tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million
Get it on nigga and show off when you get it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And on the set, shit get live, it's all action
But where I'm from, shit get real, it's no acting
In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis
Life under the scope, them bitches keep looking at me
But picture living where these niggas don't feel a thing
This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain
And all that dirt I did, I still remain without a stain
So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain
Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane
I saw it all but never will I tell a thing
Can't think of one thing to lose, and 'bout a million things to gain
So I charge this to the game
But soon as I got my change, they say I changed maine
They told me state my name, I'm Roddy from the planes maine
These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange maine
But I'm no lame, these niggas know what I claim
I keep it trill to the jet, I put that shit there on the JETS
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Trademark]
Through the lights, cameras, and flashes bong snappin' and action, I'm
Focused on this paper, money transactions is what I'm after playa
Was taught as a youngin' to move smart and get my weight up
Federal reserves papers by the layers, and weed by the acres
Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothin' hata
Greater things await for those who remain patient
Yea that's real talk, matter fact a true statement
But still I grind cuz in the end I want more than Nathan
Smokin' kush, tryna ease them thought with vapors
But my mind stuck on gettin' big faces
Racin' toward the guap, these niggas still chasin'
Runnin' in place, tryna catch up with they replacements
Made it to the majors, live from the basement
Straight to the rooftop with spacious living spaces
With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors
Runnin' the game the OGs gave us
[Hook]
Money Machine lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
Jet Life
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Jets count millions
Make my way to a million looking out the plane windows
Yeahh
Tony said Frank wouldn't last, now Frank woman upstairs packing bags
Survival of the fittest, her sponsor no longer living, plight of these kept ass bitches
When the dreams all end and then the boss, slam, casket closed
Welcome to the school of hard knocks, you ain't know you was enrolled?
Cold, I know, what's colder is these streets
When your name no longer hot, you feel me?
Seen niggas and bitches go through a dope game in the music lifestyle
Hard to attain
But it's easy to get used to it, try to maintain, under pressure
Only few do it, and that's what inspires you to try
The gleam in your eye, manifested in your mind, then you start your climb
Remembering whoever you step on to come up, you may meet them another time
Fuck em, doe
Cause if the foot was in the other shoe, them niggas' stand on you to get a better view
Telling you the truth, while taking them to school
Fools don't think how I think, can't see these lines like I scribbled in invisible ink in these tablets
Jet Life Commandments, thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich
Fuck you take me fo? One of them sucka niggas who forget to sit when he blow?
Never that, JLR, we'll have his whole world changed by tomorrow
Lighters and Ozium in my car, in no way am I playing with y'all
When I say I'm so high, if I was to trip and fall, I'd land on Mars
But don't mistake my highness for blindness, giving me them fake smiles, I know what's behind them
I swim with the sharks everyday
You back stroking with the guppies
Supposedly big dogs get chopped down to puppy, size
Utterly euthanized by these flows I've been crafted, secretly in my labyrinth, sleeping on a charred mattress
Nights so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out, livin in a landmark
New Ferrari underneath the carport, my landshark
Invite me to your party, reserve me somewhere to park
I'm not sure what you thought, fuck pullin off on the [?]
You got twenty minutes free? How bout a fast brunch?
Pitch me whatever proposals you, want, but no promises though
I got a lot on my plate, no ham omelets, I'm on my conglomerate
Word to the kid, Willie the fly, always on top of shit, really...
Yeahh
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Jets count millions
Make my way to a million looking out the plane windows
Yeahh
Tony said Frank wouldn't last, now Frank woman upstairs packing bags
Survival of the fittest, her sponsor no longer living, plight of these kept ass bitches
When the dreams all end and then the boss, slam, casket closed
Welcome to the school of hard knocks, you ain't know you was enrolled?
Cold, I know, what's colder is these streets
When your name no longer hot, you feel me?
Seen niggas and bitches go through a dope game in the music lifestyle
Hard to attain
But it's easy to get used to it, try to maintain, under pressure
Only few do it, and that's what inspires you to try
The gleam in your eye, manifested in your mind, then you start your climb
Remembering whoever you step on to come up, you may meet them another time
Fuck em, doe
Cause if the foot was in the other shoe, them niggas' stand on you to get a better view
Telling you the truth, while taking them to school
Fools don't think how I think, can't see these lines like I scribbled in invisible ink in these tablets
Jet Life Commandments, thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich
Fuck you take me fo? One of them sucka niggas who forget to sit when he blow?
Never that, JLR, we'll have his whole world changed by tomorrow
Lighters and Ozium in my car, in no way am I playing with y'all
When I say I'm so high, if I was to trip and fall, I'd land on Mars
But don't mistake my highness for blindness, giving me them fake smiles, I know what's behind them
I swim with the sharks everyday
You back stroking with the guppies
Supposedly big dogs get chopped down to puppy, size
Utterly euthanized by these flows I've been crafted, secretly in my labyrinth, sleeping on a charred mattress
Nights so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out, livin in a landmark
New Ferrari underneath the carport, my landshark
Invite me to your party, reserve me somewhere to park
I'm not sure what you thought, fuck pullin off on the [?]
You got twenty minutes free? How bout a fast brunch?
Pitch me whatever proposals you, want, but no promises though
I got a lot on my plate, no ham omelets, I'm on my conglomerate
Word to the kid, Willie the fly, always on top of shit, really...
Yeahh
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
What's What lyrics - Curren$y
I'm not new to this I grew in this
Jet pimpin 420 vision maneuvering
Not injured though, limping when I walk
That's that Max Julien who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them
I like my chicks speedy bag minicoopering, Karmaloop'd and shit
I can use you bitch, I see something in you we can blow up
Like time bombs if you got an open mind
We can post for a moment but not now
Your homie tryna do a little bit more for ya ma
So it would behoove you if you play it cool
Fake quality time with dude, laugh at his jokes cause he far from broke
Fleecing for his dough, order some equipment for us
Put it in the studio when we not sure who we know
So we got keep it on the low, keep him in the blind
And you can sneak out every night
Get your back to your house before the sun come up
Homie won't know what's what
[x4]
Jet pimpin 420 vision maneuvering
Not injured though, limping when I walk
That's that Max Julien who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them
I like my chicks speedy bag minicoopering, Karmaloop'd and shit
I can use you bitch, I see something in you we can blow up
Like time bombs if you got an open mind
We can post for a moment but not now
Your homie tryna do a little bit more for ya ma
So it would behoove you if you play it cool
Fake quality time with dude, laugh at his jokes cause he far from broke
Fleecing for his dough, order some equipment for us
Put it in the studio when we not sure who we know
So we got keep it on the low, keep him in the blind
And you can sneak out every night
Get your back to your house before the sun come up
Homie won't know what's what
[x4]
JLC lyrics - Curren$y
Through text message we plot to take over
Can't talk out loud round these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings
Looking over our shoulders
Motherfuckin lip readers just wanna know what I told ya
What I rolled ya
Wake up and smell the Folgers
Crystals on my dolger
The bitches on your posters
Really coming over
Feelin that jet livin
Dozin off on suede sofas
Waking up to mimosas
Joy rides at high price rollsters
Ma side, east life, keep them trees rolling
Hundred dollar bills folding
Fools counting on me to fuck up
I'm counting up that money as it's pouring in
Jets nigga
You know it's them
Losing to me for you would be a win
Jets nigga
You know it's them
Losing to me for you would be a win
I had to say that again
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Mother fuckers better meet my demand list
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
First start of the business get the fam rich
I'm laid back chillin, posted
Living like a villain mostly
Coast to coast G
Rap hustlin, smokin
Allowed places you not allowed to go in
The beats bitch niggas is scared of
I goes in
So King Kong
Go head with that Felicia ass crack
What he smokin on
Personal
This mine, it won't work for you
Yo whole clique in trouble need a focus group
Learn you on how to earn
But you uncoachable
What you want me to do
Fall back like the top on that
And a half a joint pimpin I'm high
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Niggas better meet my demand list
Can't talk out loud round these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings
Looking over our shoulders
Motherfuckin lip readers just wanna know what I told ya
What I rolled ya
Wake up and smell the Folgers
Crystals on my dolger
The bitches on your posters
Really coming over
Feelin that jet livin
Dozin off on suede sofas
Waking up to mimosas
Joy rides at high price rollsters
Ma side, east life, keep them trees rolling
Hundred dollar bills folding
Fools counting on me to fuck up
I'm counting up that money as it's pouring in
Jets nigga
You know it's them
Losing to me for you would be a win
Jets nigga
You know it's them
Losing to me for you would be a win
I had to say that again
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Mother fuckers better meet my demand list
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
First start of the business get the fam rich
I'm laid back chillin, posted
Living like a villain mostly
Coast to coast G
Rap hustlin, smokin
Allowed places you not allowed to go in
The beats bitch niggas is scared of
I goes in
So King Kong
Go head with that Felicia ass crack
What he smokin on
Personal
This mine, it won't work for you
Yo whole clique in trouble need a focus group
Learn you on how to earn
But you uncoachable
What you want me to do
Fall back like the top on that
And a half a joint pimpin I'm high
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Niggas better meet my demand list
Get Paid lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
Yeah, Jet Life
Jet Set none the less
Uh huh
[Verse 1: Trademark da Skydiver]
I'm talking oceans in the back
Front reserved for Porsche's
Highed up, focused on my fortunes
A real G I'm try'na ball
I want it all, fuck a portion
Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress
Up early everyday I'm try'na flip
I need more of it
Gotta get it now
Will I see tomorrow I ain't sure of it
Overdue, it's bout that time
I deserve a lick
I'm try'na see something slick
I really came form nothing though
Still I stand tall
Pockets thick fitted sittin low
Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold
She ain't a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough
Real nigga's hear it in my words
Plus my actions show
Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sendin threats
To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
JLR, family crest
Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Never underestimate the other guys greed
Game given from a snake indeed
I still take heat
Keep the force with you stuck adhesive
Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
Baby girl we the people
We lose them dudes
Your homegirl and them cool
We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose
We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals through
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
I did it partner
Too much of a scholar
To ever live in squalor
Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
I'm in there like I live there
What took you so long baby girl
I been here
Try'na lose your man he a square huh
I don't even know if it's fair ma
Fuck it though you livin in the same I'm in
Dirty money makers spend
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
I hustle hard till I'm dead
I'm never locked behind bars
I'm jet member we live by a different set of laws
Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fuckin off
It's a scary game but I'm not scared
Not at all
I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
Cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all
Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
And them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted
That's cold blooded
Specially in New Orleans
Just try'na make it out this maze that I've been lost in
I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
School of hard knocks I learn to read between the margin
But real shit so many problems I deal with
And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff
But I won't quit stackin my bread counting my chips
I double count my paper and then I dip
Jets fool
I bet I do
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
Jet Set none the less
Uh huh
[Verse 1: Trademark da Skydiver]
I'm talking oceans in the back
Front reserved for Porsche's
Highed up, focused on my fortunes
A real G I'm try'na ball
I want it all, fuck a portion
Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress
Up early everyday I'm try'na flip
I need more of it
Gotta get it now
Will I see tomorrow I ain't sure of it
Overdue, it's bout that time
I deserve a lick
I'm try'na see something slick
I really came form nothing though
Still I stand tall
Pockets thick fitted sittin low
Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold
She ain't a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough
Real nigga's hear it in my words
Plus my actions show
Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sendin threats
To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
JLR, family crest
Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Never underestimate the other guys greed
Game given from a snake indeed
I still take heat
Keep the force with you stuck adhesive
Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
Baby girl we the people
We lose them dudes
Your homegirl and them cool
We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose
We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals through
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
I did it partner
Too much of a scholar
To ever live in squalor
Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
I'm in there like I live there
What took you so long baby girl
I been here
Try'na lose your man he a square huh
I don't even know if it's fair ma
Fuck it though you livin in the same I'm in
Dirty money makers spend
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
I hustle hard till I'm dead
I'm never locked behind bars
I'm jet member we live by a different set of laws
Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fuckin off
It's a scary game but I'm not scared
Not at all
I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
Cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all
Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
And them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted
That's cold blooded
Specially in New Orleans
Just try'na make it out this maze that I've been lost in
I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
School of hard knocks I learn to read between the margin
But real shit so many problems I deal with
And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff
But I won't quit stackin my bread counting my chips
I double count my paper and then I dip
Jets fool
I bet I do
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
"Covert Coup" (2011) - Curren$y (with THE ALCHEMIST)
- BBS lyrics - Curren$y
- The Type lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)
- Blood Sweat And Gears lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
- Life Instructions lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke Dza)
- Smoke Break lyrics - Curren$y
- Scottie Pippen lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
- Ventilation lyrics - Curren$y
- Double 07 lyrics - Curren$y
- Success Is My Cologne lyrics - Curren$y
- Full Metal lyrics - Curren$y
BBS lyrics - Curren$y
This that go BBS flow
plastic nike air tags on your original 4's
niggas is z'ed on your mans and I'm rollin a O
leave em sleep I don't need them suckers listenin to me pack a bone for everything except the kitchen sink underneath wich I keep a set of Andy slippers
I could fix my nine in a four we go over by them bitches
a quick lil something cant get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror type of dillemas will never hinder my jet living
we juss chillin so don't come round here fake toughin
runnin off the wemon
bossed up all us southside the club waintin to tip them drivers who pull our cars up the fuck yu though this was dawg Imma trill muffucker after all
haters is dressed in safeteyness encouraging my fall wont catch me there
but you can catch me on air when my new shit premier
at watever media outlet decide to play it fair
fuck playin there pimin Imma play the bear grizzle seriously fish burn turn flip styles furiously this that 70 soul green alchemestry amen been a g since buddy lee's lames be cuffin they jeans and their bitches I be cookin these bird ass hoes running circles round
they rotissery chickens love got a shovel in her hand I see you diggin strike gold build your own coffin wit it deadass flick ashes on the girls in my pastence they tell us for the ones I was juss fuckin
the crib for the I was gonna get right back wit its easy to get tangled in the stars spangled mangeled in the night life livin out my bars... dangerous
plastic nike air tags on your original 4's
niggas is z'ed on your mans and I'm rollin a O
leave em sleep I don't need them suckers listenin to me pack a bone for everything except the kitchen sink underneath wich I keep a set of Andy slippers
I could fix my nine in a four we go over by them bitches
a quick lil something cant get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror type of dillemas will never hinder my jet living
we juss chillin so don't come round here fake toughin
runnin off the wemon
bossed up all us southside the club waintin to tip them drivers who pull our cars up the fuck yu though this was dawg Imma trill muffucker after all
haters is dressed in safeteyness encouraging my fall wont catch me there
but you can catch me on air when my new shit premier
at watever media outlet decide to play it fair
fuck playin there pimin Imma play the bear grizzle seriously fish burn turn flip styles furiously this that 70 soul green alchemestry amen been a g since buddy lee's lames be cuffin they jeans and their bitches I be cookin these bird ass hoes running circles round
they rotissery chickens love got a shovel in her hand I see you diggin strike gold build your own coffin wit it deadass flick ashes on the girls in my pastence they tell us for the ones I was juss fuckin
the crib for the I was gonna get right back wit its easy to get tangled in the stars spangled mangeled in the night life livin out my bars... dangerous
The Type lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)
[Curren$y:]
Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut
Same way I came up
All my triple o's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous that's where I gained this cool
Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make tools
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels testa copping pot, wallet in the wishing well
Evidence, niggas can fail
Tryna get close to the jet code
But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch
Change steering wheel guidence
I'm out the window sky watching, plotting as usual
That's what I'm doing when I'm quite
Can't remember shorty name but she had that loud pack
The other night in tallahasse and I thank her for that
Fine, freaky [?] with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin that she horny
But love I'm tryna fuck with this money
[Chorus:]
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people that don't bury the hatch
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don't bury the hatch
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to
[Prodigy:]
Fuck it, it's the life of the shooting star
Gotta move smart
Can't get caught slipping there all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a troop but take my loses like a man
And come with the territory, take the good with the bad
Throw the dice watch them tumble where they land so big
Everything is not strategic, sometime we risk our life
Sometime we risk our love, our money and our freedom
Fuck that bullshit we feed it, to see if you gone eat it
In new york we manipulate naive dummies
We beat you on the head it's just game we be running
Sometime, but most of the time we don't play
They can't figure us out, we like it that way
The road to the riches so long I be catch blisters
All these crabs in a bucket pull you down tryna get em
Every man for them self, every women won't bags and shoes
We the type of people that'll find you
[Chorus]
Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut
Same way I came up
All my triple o's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous that's where I gained this cool
Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make tools
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels testa copping pot, wallet in the wishing well
Evidence, niggas can fail
Tryna get close to the jet code
But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch
Change steering wheel guidence
I'm out the window sky watching, plotting as usual
That's what I'm doing when I'm quite
Can't remember shorty name but she had that loud pack
The other night in tallahasse and I thank her for that
Fine, freaky [?] with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin that she horny
But love I'm tryna fuck with this money
[Chorus:]
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people that don't bury the hatch
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don't bury the hatch
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to
[Prodigy:]
Fuck it, it's the life of the shooting star
Gotta move smart
Can't get caught slipping there all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a troop but take my loses like a man
And come with the territory, take the good with the bad
Throw the dice watch them tumble where they land so big
Everything is not strategic, sometime we risk our life
Sometime we risk our love, our money and our freedom
Fuck that bullshit we feed it, to see if you gone eat it
In new york we manipulate naive dummies
We beat you on the head it's just game we be running
Sometime, but most of the time we don't play
They can't figure us out, we like it that way
The road to the riches so long I be catch blisters
All these crabs in a bucket pull you down tryna get em
Every man for them self, every women won't bags and shoes
We the type of people that'll find you
[Chorus]
Blood Sweat And Gears lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
Take this opportunity to roll up
Locate your lighters
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
Mad black paint polish rims
Fuck you said I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood sweat and gears
Life in between the racing stripes
We break day and night
Alternative lifestyle
I ain't looking for her pussy boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss
Give her direction to the tele and a check list
Arriving shortly with the items I requested
Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane
Maintain the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk
I'll buy you a little something
Light the weed man though
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough
Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk
To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump
You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping
[Verse 2: Fiend]
Rolling trees can do something for you
No matter what you be goin through
Execution flow
Ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like trade water in the ocean
Who's standing in
I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking
Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again
What I do to get my love warm, laugh again
Say love don't give me your mouth again
Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them
Life is like free throws
Some things ya gone miss
Some things ya make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape time travel machine
It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush not cess
Why cry I'm blessed
Aw lend me the bail out
The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house
Jets smoking in the club on tour
Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm general building, international jones
And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl
All bars are final
Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel
International jones
Curren$y the spitta
Alchemist my nigga
Tell them ladies go figure
Locate your lighters
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
Mad black paint polish rims
Fuck you said I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood sweat and gears
Life in between the racing stripes
We break day and night
Alternative lifestyle
I ain't looking for her pussy boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss
Give her direction to the tele and a check list
Arriving shortly with the items I requested
Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane
Maintain the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk
I'll buy you a little something
Light the weed man though
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough
Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk
To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump
You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping
[Verse 2: Fiend]
Rolling trees can do something for you
No matter what you be goin through
Execution flow
Ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like trade water in the ocean
Who's standing in
I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking
Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again
What I do to get my love warm, laugh again
Say love don't give me your mouth again
Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them
Life is like free throws
Some things ya gone miss
Some things ya make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape time travel machine
It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush not cess
Why cry I'm blessed
Aw lend me the bail out
The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house
Jets smoking in the club on tour
Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm general building, international jones
And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl
All bars are final
Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel
International jones
Curren$y the spitta
Alchemist my nigga
Tell them ladies go figure
Life Instructions lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke Dza)
[Curren$y]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked my man.
Kick it in yo streets like bad Chris in them garbage cans, aww man.
Them bitches think I'm ballin' so they behavin' differently when I be in New Orleans.
I'm fallin' back off 'em they crawlin' on 'em, not half-way complainin' just makin' a true statement.
Which quite basically is what's missin' from this game we in, create the world in which u tryna live in kid.
Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doin' bizz (business).
But best believe I'll bring 'em with me anywhere I is.
What a hater say will never affect the way that I live or where I go just makes me fuck they bitches in they crib.
The game I got was raw and given' to in by Slim referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs.
Make sure I don't punk out in the streets but don't get too close to the curb.
Jet Life too high for the birds.
[Smoke DZA]
Right, big doobies rolled up you know how we do.
Snow beach low like Ray Warren '92.
Rugby's all flavors; lime green rod labors to all the world gettin' paid off the talent GOD gave us.
I'm parlayin', Marley's got me smack, twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded.
Niggas hated, now they all tryna get in.
All the slick talk, I know ya'll ain't really mean it.
Sleepin' on the kid, I hope the bed was posturepedic.
Beggin' for a verse I'm like cock-sucker beat it.
What ya budget like?
Go head and find a way, you tryna get in the loop I make 'em pay to ride the wave.
Jet Life, it sucks to be you.
Tryna get swagg, you gotta purchase this foool.
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked my man.
Kick it in yo streets like bad Chris in them garbage cans, aww man.
Them bitches think I'm ballin' so they behavin' differently when I be in New Orleans.
I'm fallin' back off 'em they crawlin' on 'em, not half-way complainin' just makin' a true statement.
Which quite basically is what's missin' from this game we in, create the world in which u tryna live in kid.
Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doin' bizz (business).
But best believe I'll bring 'em with me anywhere I is.
What a hater say will never affect the way that I live or where I go just makes me fuck they bitches in they crib.
The game I got was raw and given' to in by Slim referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs.
Make sure I don't punk out in the streets but don't get too close to the curb.
Jet Life too high for the birds.
[Smoke DZA]
Right, big doobies rolled up you know how we do.
Snow beach low like Ray Warren '92.
Rugby's all flavors; lime green rod labors to all the world gettin' paid off the talent GOD gave us.
I'm parlayin', Marley's got me smack, twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded.
Niggas hated, now they all tryna get in.
All the slick talk, I know ya'll ain't really mean it.
Sleepin' on the kid, I hope the bed was posturepedic.
Beggin' for a verse I'm like cock-sucker beat it.
What ya budget like?
Go head and find a way, you tryna get in the loop I make 'em pay to ride the wave.
Jet Life, it sucks to be you.
Tryna get swagg, you gotta purchase this foool.
Smoke Break lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
You should be rolling up by now
Locate your lighters
Prime time
It's mister go left on the bitch who can't find her right mind
I'm squeaking past a yellow light, doin 65
Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints
Traffic eyes in the sky
I'm kind of high
What you done twisted?
I'm used to that killer shit
So I maintain my pimpin
While you over highed and slizzered
And I'm laughin at you slippin
And yo bitch feeling disgusted and miserable
She like why is she even here with you
I'm puttin air in my inner tubes
Black mags on my haro hanging from the wall
The allure of my home decor
Got these girls tripping
And frequently speaking of return visits
A time machine, my lyrics and the same thing for my garage door
You see what I just put in it?
We tryna compete with them Nascars
You noticing that the styling got switched up
Cause the last one got bit up?
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!
This Jet Life ain't for everybody,
This shit is reserved for us
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!
[Repeat to end]
The stylin got switched up
Cause the last one got bit up
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!
You should be rolling up by now
Locate your lighters
Prime time
It's mister go left on the bitch who can't find her right mind
I'm squeaking past a yellow light, doin 65
Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints
Traffic eyes in the sky
I'm kind of high
What you done twisted?
I'm used to that killer shit
So I maintain my pimpin
While you over highed and slizzered
And I'm laughin at you slippin
And yo bitch feeling disgusted and miserable
She like why is she even here with you
I'm puttin air in my inner tubes
Black mags on my haro hanging from the wall
The allure of my home decor
Got these girls tripping
And frequently speaking of return visits
A time machine, my lyrics and the same thing for my garage door
You see what I just put in it?
We tryna compete with them Nascars
You noticing that the styling got switched up
Cause the last one got bit up?
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!
This Jet Life ain't for everybody,
This shit is reserved for us
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!
[Repeat to end]
The stylin got switched up
Cause the last one got bit up
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!
Ventilation lyrics - Curren$y
(Jet life)
White carpet in my star face house
No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse
My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough
To the front door like a piece of carrying her own
Always financially she don't need me
She is just in love with a real nigger continuously weedin
At my under closed location my grow space is reading up on vintage V12 engines
and the greatest strains this season
and I grind for that very reason
the toxic air that I'm breathin a leave an average man weakened
watermarks still on the houses as I drive by
crack the soundproofs let a cloud out it
trill shit
Next time I vacate I'm bringing all my cars on a plane with me
Lor' see the same we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions
Grapplin' hooks scaleing the building rap with no hooks I'm high hows you feelin'
Captin hook wild'n in the ceiling though no stealin that shit heard I know the feeling
these niggas a borrowin yo style like you wasn't about to go do nuttin with it
That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
and people I ain't got to name cuz they was probly here gettin high wit me
If you don't know where to put it at than I'll ride wit it
There I try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city
In the heart ain't no love or no pity
Looking for charity that dog don't hunt don't come in the woods with it
(Jet life)
White carpet in my star face house
No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse
My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough
To the front door like a piece of carrying her own
Always financially she don't need me
She is just in love with a real nigger continuously weedin
At my under closed location my grow space is reading up on vintage V12 engines
and the greatest strains this season
and I grind for that very reason
the toxic air that I'm breathin a leave an average man weakened
watermarks still on the houses as I drive by
crack the soundproofs let a cloud out it
trill shit
Next time I vacate I'm bringing all my cars on a plane with me
Lor' see the same we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions
Grapplin' hooks scaleing the building rap with no hooks I'm high hows you feelin'
Captin hook wild'n in the ceiling though no stealin that shit heard I know the feeling
these niggas a borrowin yo style like you wasn't about to go do nuttin with it
That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
and people I ain't got to name cuz they was probly here gettin high wit me
If you don't know where to put it at than I'll ride wit it
There I try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city
In the heart ain't no love or no pity
Looking for charity that dog don't hunt don't come in the woods with it
(Jet life)
Double 07 lyrics - Curren$y
Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see ya through
Fuck all y'all
Shelter from the rain in a parked car
Chopping game, I defined my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin the 96 rain
It's insane I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes
My independence remain
Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my piece of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin debt to these whack niggas
You call them rats that's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin, yeah jack, spitta snap,
Long flight, turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
Double 07, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence
Dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole nother level
Roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession
Them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me unless you sleeping
Nigga Freddy vs Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement
Your worst nightmare in the making
But no one will be there to see ya through
Fuck all y'all
Shelter from the rain in a parked car
Chopping game, I defined my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin the 96 rain
It's insane I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes
My independence remain
Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my piece of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin debt to these whack niggas
You call them rats that's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin, yeah jack, spitta snap,
Long flight, turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
Double 07, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence
Dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole nother level
Roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession
Them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me unless you sleeping
Nigga Freddy vs Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement
Your worst nightmare in the making
Success Is My Cologne lyrics - Curren$y
Yo should be rolling up by now
Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these niggaz
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy ho nigga
You more bass then boss
Off the boat small fries
And store a ways get toss
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get your floaters up kitty pool nigga's
Ain't really that cool
Can't farther these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bomb fire with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
To high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style
Ain't no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my trace don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my old G's but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight reckless and my DM'S sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm billing on of them hundred I know that's why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out]
Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these niggaz
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy ho nigga
You more bass then boss
Off the boat small fries
And store a ways get toss
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get your floaters up kitty pool nigga's
Ain't really that cool
Can't farther these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bomb fire with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
To high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style
Ain't no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my trace don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my old G's but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight reckless and my DM'S sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm billing on of them hundred I know that's why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out]
Full Metal lyrics - Curren$y
Huuuh
I call my brother Sun cause he shine like..noon time
my last on the turnpike, maneuvering minds GT5 My nerves is ice
And I wouldn't change none of it at hind sight, believe this
cause if I wouldn't have been that then I wouldn't be this
inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
walkin the walk, and running over them haters
outlining the chalk, the conversation is deaded
cause I'm living for the loot n you wasn't talkin no bread biiitch
cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish, got the 420 vision
rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision
my rocket furnishes, projection screens built in my ceilings
I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really livin
this jet life, tennis shoes n tuxedos
them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin mosquitoes
Don't work, they just cryin, whinin, fuckin pinot grigio
you need to get on your grind
stack a stack of dead people, that concussive presidential time
for that cash I brung a clean tag, this is mine
fuck you doin with that..dough
Az holdin the baby, peepin the whole scene, I'm bout to blow
you know...
I call my brother Sun cause he shine like..noon time
my last on the turnpike, maneuvering minds GT5 My nerves is ice
And I wouldn't change none of it at hind sight, believe this
cause if I wouldn't have been that then I wouldn't be this
inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
walkin the walk, and running over them haters
outlining the chalk, the conversation is deaded
cause I'm living for the loot n you wasn't talkin no bread biiitch
cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish, got the 420 vision
rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision
my rocket furnishes, projection screens built in my ceilings
I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really livin
this jet life, tennis shoes n tuxedos
them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin mosquitoes
Don't work, they just cryin, whinin, fuckin pinot grigio
you need to get on your grind
stack a stack of dead people, that concussive presidential time
for that cash I brung a clean tag, this is mine
fuck you doin with that..dough
Az holdin the baby, peepin the whole scene, I'm bout to blow
you know...
mixtape: "Return To The Winner's Circle" (2011)
- Daze Of Thunder lyrics - Curren$y
- Rain Delay lyrics - Curren$y
- On.. lyrics - Curren$y
- Trophy Case lyrics - Curren$y
- Empire Monopoly lyrics - Curren$y
- Frost lyrics - Curren$y
- Record Deals lyrics - Curren$y
- Moon & Stars Remix lyrics - Curren$y
- Role Model lyrics - Curren$y
- Paydayss lyrics - Curren$y
- Jets @ Your Neck lyrics - Curren$y
Daze Of Thunder lyrics - Curren$y
I'm in that 77 glasshouse Kelly greenin rims with the nice lips angelinas
Jolie roll me anotha sticky steama got them bitches pressed like I brung em to the cleaners
Fool don't lie you ain't never seem him in person you just heard about them tracks he be mirkin
Bout them hoes I be workin like one up for the piimp
Got a yellow bone bitch Rollin weed servin grits
You know curly head Amanda Ain't she from Atlanta Condo on peachtree roomate named Pamela
In love with her body girl don't sweat them lil love handles that's where I put my hands at when I snatch you up to ram you
Ask ya BFF about what happened when she passed through baffled by the castle mind unraveled
Say the smoke was amazin and the bed life magical fuck ya homegirl good and let that news get back to you
Now it's like you got to too curiosity brought that pussy cat to the house with me and I killed it
Suckas hate the jet life cause they not allowed to live it fool I'm dead cereal killa fuckin serious.
Nigga this is personal you can't get no whiff of this I roll it up myself and then I smoke it till the end of it I
I'll burn it half way down and iput the clip behind my ear you bitch either way a square ain't sayin he got high with me today
Frito lay chip motorcycle coppers tryina see what exit I take off the interstate so they can follow
But I ain't trippin I got it like money in my pocket and the clip next to my license that confirm that I'm a pilot
I'm stumblin cross the red carpet laughing spillin bottles u stuck in yo hotel room waiting on yo stylist
You can't get dressed with out em cause u got no inner flydom showed up like where the hoes at
Fool they all in my room ad-miring the ass now I'm a smoke to that before tell you get in bed and arch ya back
Smooth rap served chilled musical cognac audio dope surround sound crack all that
The sunroof top and the diamond though not in the caddilac cause I'm a chevy driver
I've been all over the map my home at the bottom winter hot like summer big chrome skinny rubber
Rust bucket I spent 1500 on that muh fucka another 30 racks restorin that muh fucka
40 said you got a bad bitch better tuck her like chris they love bumpin Mac dre on the way to get some paper
Haters is mad we get high and get rich I ain't slowin down for nothin george kush the button like what does this do fuck it here goes nothin
Ya mans is somethin... else class by himself high off radar stealth
For the love of the jets until it's nothin left you ain't got no gas go over there and syphon some of theirs
Game cold fridgeidare tho it's fair no choice for us to play so you might as well win mane they say it ain't errthang but that's that loser talk so ask them mane
Jolie roll me anotha sticky steama got them bitches pressed like I brung em to the cleaners
Fool don't lie you ain't never seem him in person you just heard about them tracks he be mirkin
Bout them hoes I be workin like one up for the piimp
Got a yellow bone bitch Rollin weed servin grits
You know curly head Amanda Ain't she from Atlanta Condo on peachtree roomate named Pamela
In love with her body girl don't sweat them lil love handles that's where I put my hands at when I snatch you up to ram you
Ask ya BFF about what happened when she passed through baffled by the castle mind unraveled
Say the smoke was amazin and the bed life magical fuck ya homegirl good and let that news get back to you
Now it's like you got to too curiosity brought that pussy cat to the house with me and I killed it
Suckas hate the jet life cause they not allowed to live it fool I'm dead cereal killa fuckin serious.
Nigga this is personal you can't get no whiff of this I roll it up myself and then I smoke it till the end of it I
I'll burn it half way down and iput the clip behind my ear you bitch either way a square ain't sayin he got high with me today
Frito lay chip motorcycle coppers tryina see what exit I take off the interstate so they can follow
But I ain't trippin I got it like money in my pocket and the clip next to my license that confirm that I'm a pilot
I'm stumblin cross the red carpet laughing spillin bottles u stuck in yo hotel room waiting on yo stylist
You can't get dressed with out em cause u got no inner flydom showed up like where the hoes at
Fool they all in my room ad-miring the ass now I'm a smoke to that before tell you get in bed and arch ya back
Smooth rap served chilled musical cognac audio dope surround sound crack all that
The sunroof top and the diamond though not in the caddilac cause I'm a chevy driver
I've been all over the map my home at the bottom winter hot like summer big chrome skinny rubber
Rust bucket I spent 1500 on that muh fucka another 30 racks restorin that muh fucka
40 said you got a bad bitch better tuck her like chris they love bumpin Mac dre on the way to get some paper
Haters is mad we get high and get rich I ain't slowin down for nothin george kush the button like what does this do fuck it here goes nothin
Ya mans is somethin... else class by himself high off radar stealth
For the love of the jets until it's nothin left you ain't got no gas go over there and syphon some of theirs
Game cold fridgeidare tho it's fair no choice for us to play so you might as well win mane they say it ain't errthang but that's that loser talk so ask them mane
Rain Delay lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers
To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out
N Red got back his beach cruiser
I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay
This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
My eyes and my windows open halfway
I'm livin in a matinee early
See me tho fashionably late and you nervous
Mad outta place
You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face
And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake
And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate
Fall in like rain
Befriended and betrayed
All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs
And it was all good jus a week ago
Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up
When you shoulda been on yo toes
Stay high
Kill em with the flow
These new, fresha than yo easter clothers
I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own
So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes
Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs
Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone
Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in
It goes down like nails if you frail
Jet fuel
Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube
Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food
Alan from the sky foo
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
8: 50
Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers
Mother natures cryin
Harmonizin
Homiide ridin on these tracks
Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky
Them niggas was lunchin
Slippin
Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "
My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga
This here is a digital track
(W) rap on these bitches
On computers like laptop stickas
Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin
Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin
High velocity
I'm high off broccoli
In Cali with a license, got plants on property
Watchin me
Tryna copy me
Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"
But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants
His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land
Ain't that grand?
I got pounds of weed and a plan
To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...
Ah man
Bad weather
And that shelter won't help ya
Sink, swim or swelter
Temperature risin, so is the water level
Where is u niggas hidin
Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers
To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out
N Red got back his beach cruiser
I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay
This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
My eyes and my windows open halfway
I'm livin in a matinee early
See me tho fashionably late and you nervous
Mad outta place
You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face
And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake
And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate
Fall in like rain
Befriended and betrayed
All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs
And it was all good jus a week ago
Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up
When you shoulda been on yo toes
Stay high
Kill em with the flow
These new, fresha than yo easter clothers
I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own
So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes
Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs
Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone
Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in
It goes down like nails if you frail
Jet fuel
Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube
Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food
Alan from the sky foo
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
8: 50
Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers
Mother natures cryin
Harmonizin
Homiide ridin on these tracks
Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky
Them niggas was lunchin
Slippin
Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "
My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga
This here is a digital track
(W) rap on these bitches
On computers like laptop stickas
Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin
Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin
High velocity
I'm high off broccoli
In Cali with a license, got plants on property
Watchin me
Tryna copy me
Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"
But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants
His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land
Ain't that grand?
I got pounds of weed and a plan
To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...
Ah man
Bad weather
And that shelter won't help ya
Sink, swim or swelter
Temperature risin, so is the water level
Where is u niggas hidin
On.. lyrics - Curren$y
Spit that clean shit
Hand sanitizer my saliva
Niggas thinking they bitches in the blind
But she got her on mind to follow
Decision easily made, one of these don't belong
Me and four lames on the same page
Alco fresh out the paint shop
Polo green krsipy kreme glazed clear coated
8 times over high roller stoned rolling half way home
Until I realized I left my phone by this shone
I was just boning
Slipping on my pimping gotta get back to her crib before she realize what I did
And go to finger picking
Trying contact my other women
Shit them hoes do when they feel like they entitled to position
That's why I play them close but from a distance
If you can dig it
Damn near in love with all them hoes when I'm with'em
But once I put on my clothes, spray my cologne
Doddy [?] for the front door
Jet life jet wise respect I got to go
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
Nigga... yea
Hand sanitizer my saliva
Niggas thinking they bitches in the blind
But she got her on mind to follow
Decision easily made, one of these don't belong
Me and four lames on the same page
Alco fresh out the paint shop
Polo green krsipy kreme glazed clear coated
8 times over high roller stoned rolling half way home
Until I realized I left my phone by this shone
I was just boning
Slipping on my pimping gotta get back to her crib before she realize what I did
And go to finger picking
Trying contact my other women
Shit them hoes do when they feel like they entitled to position
That's why I play them close but from a distance
If you can dig it
Damn near in love with all them hoes when I'm with'em
But once I put on my clothes, spray my cologne
Doddy [?] for the front door
Jet life jet wise respect I got to go
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
Nigga... yea
Trophy Case lyrics - Curren$y
Put the cheat code in, I brung my homie back to the game
I done that eyesight for the blame
Name on the side of the plane Jets Fool dot dot dot
Which ensues the reign will be continued
Flight Club from the display case we cop gym shoes
Living as any other grown kid would do
Remembering being 10, looking at OGs roll down the street wishing I was them
I superceded it, previous genius they see Spitta they tip they brims
My role perfected, my money invested, my interest collected
My collection of Chevrolets doubled
502 big block, anabolic steroid
That's motor car muscle, its running word to mother
Running like the little man on my Play Cloths duffle
King of the jungle, bear with us you niggas is Snuggle
I done that eyesight for the blame
Name on the side of the plane Jets Fool dot dot dot
Which ensues the reign will be continued
Flight Club from the display case we cop gym shoes
Living as any other grown kid would do
Remembering being 10, looking at OGs roll down the street wishing I was them
I superceded it, previous genius they see Spitta they tip they brims
My role perfected, my money invested, my interest collected
My collection of Chevrolets doubled
502 big block, anabolic steroid
That's motor car muscle, its running word to mother
Running like the little man on my Play Cloths duffle
King of the jungle, bear with us you niggas is Snuggle
Empire Monopoly lyrics - Curren$y
Watchin boardwalk empire feelin inspired you can take it all over if you just tried it
So I tried it liked it got addicted to the square footages and home insurances
Best way to get to it is the self way do it for thou like what better time then right now
Bendin corners on these blocks makin my rounds. Highed up. Baby girl love the way that I get down
This dat headband got a nigga royally high scratch headband we gone have to call this a crown
Paint water wet on the chevy might drown so fresh it almost wasn't ready
When you get yo shot make sure you aim steady
Cause suckas gunnin fa yo spot the jack boys drew a bullseye on yo drop and you was still on da car lot
Them niggas ain't givin a fuck young killas ain't Rememberin ya or respectin what you done in them streets
They just focused on themselves comin up some pimpin gorillas some chimps some chumps
Monkey shit in occasions those not actin they ages got the story first hand from my incarcerated scarfaces speakin in coded language on visitation
In no form am I a criminal but never was sure what my friends was gettin into
DVD title menu on the flat for 4 hours because fell asleep beneath the sour
In the crib yo bitch want me to take her like a shower
No one man should have all dat...
So I tried it liked it got addicted to the square footages and home insurances
Best way to get to it is the self way do it for thou like what better time then right now
Bendin corners on these blocks makin my rounds. Highed up. Baby girl love the way that I get down
This dat headband got a nigga royally high scratch headband we gone have to call this a crown
Paint water wet on the chevy might drown so fresh it almost wasn't ready
When you get yo shot make sure you aim steady
Cause suckas gunnin fa yo spot the jack boys drew a bullseye on yo drop and you was still on da car lot
Them niggas ain't givin a fuck young killas ain't Rememberin ya or respectin what you done in them streets
They just focused on themselves comin up some pimpin gorillas some chimps some chumps
Monkey shit in occasions those not actin they ages got the story first hand from my incarcerated scarfaces speakin in coded language on visitation
In no form am I a criminal but never was sure what my friends was gettin into
DVD title menu on the flat for 4 hours because fell asleep beneath the sour
In the crib yo bitch want me to take her like a shower
No one man should have all dat...
Frost lyrics - Curren$y
Jet life, that's all playa
Fresh weed in a glass jar playa
Not the body, vampire slaya
Pull her string like a guitar playa, John Mayor
Body shakin, body snatcher,
Undertaker, come pick the track up cause this was a massacre
Spitta den beat the beat
Right side, left and then rerap it backwards
Holy maccaral, I'm low in a Malibu two door listenin to Disney Rascal
Right up ya avenue, fly as a parachute,
High as a paratrooper, before he deploy
You ain't a d-boy you a fuckin decoy
You ain't Bruce Lee nor Bruce Leroy
Can't kick bruce bruce, you a comedy boy YEAH
My mission here is to destroy the wackness
Or in all fashions from all fashions
Fools they are. pay for they sucker-ish actions
Cast out nigga the casino magic [?]
My girl from cincinnati
My weed from Cali
Feel the blitz, like a o-line, wats happenin
High Time
Evergreen pine, we snappin trees in half and use the snap to make hash with
Hede de hede [?]
My paper straight, holdin it down, I'm a paper weight
Knock off baller yo paper fake
You fallin off and I'm home plate safe
How else can I call it but how I see it?
Can't say ya name cause I ain't see ya
Flow cold, inside door of the freezer
Four hoes chose but I'm in a two seater
Follow in a cab or I'll catch ya next weekend
Either way baby girl, nigga ain't tweekin
Pleadin, please
I'm peelin off, now you realized you was dealin with a boss
Coulda took a ride but you took a loss
Got yo friend in my drop with the top takin off
At the crib her top get takin off
And she can share the details when she wake tomorrow
YEAH
Fresh weed in a glass jar playa
Not the body, vampire slaya
Pull her string like a guitar playa, John Mayor
Body shakin, body snatcher,
Undertaker, come pick the track up cause this was a massacre
Spitta den beat the beat
Right side, left and then rerap it backwards
Holy maccaral, I'm low in a Malibu two door listenin to Disney Rascal
Right up ya avenue, fly as a parachute,
High as a paratrooper, before he deploy
You ain't a d-boy you a fuckin decoy
You ain't Bruce Lee nor Bruce Leroy
Can't kick bruce bruce, you a comedy boy YEAH
My mission here is to destroy the wackness
Or in all fashions from all fashions
Fools they are. pay for they sucker-ish actions
Cast out nigga the casino magic [?]
My girl from cincinnati
My weed from Cali
Feel the blitz, like a o-line, wats happenin
High Time
Evergreen pine, we snappin trees in half and use the snap to make hash with
Hede de hede [?]
My paper straight, holdin it down, I'm a paper weight
Knock off baller yo paper fake
You fallin off and I'm home plate safe
How else can I call it but how I see it?
Can't say ya name cause I ain't see ya
Flow cold, inside door of the freezer
Four hoes chose but I'm in a two seater
Follow in a cab or I'll catch ya next weekend
Either way baby girl, nigga ain't tweekin
Pleadin, please
I'm peelin off, now you realized you was dealin with a boss
Coulda took a ride but you took a loss
Got yo friend in my drop with the top takin off
At the crib her top get takin off
And she can share the details when she wake tomorrow
YEAH
Record Deals lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro]
[Verse:]
They be on tables like poker chips
Dangled in front you by suits who assume you to be a two-bit hustler
Hasty moves
From the cradle to the grave might be a short walk, real talk
It's just a matter of ink
So many people in your ear you can't hear yourself think
Your homies like do that shit
Your old heads say you need to let somebody read through that shit
Call up a lawyer, but an arm and a leg it cost ya just to walk through the office
Consultation charges, end up taking bigger bites than your portion
And you was just online looking at Porsches
Now you're feeling tight hot garbage, cus your check being garnished
No cool gray area about it, executives is black hearted
They could care less about repossessions, disconnected cell phones
Or evictions from apartments
It's no country for artists
Trap floor under the carpet, figured you'll fall for it
Cus you're struggling and you're starving, that don't mean you're stupid
Reverse the game, pull the rug from them losers, carve your own lane
Stay true to your music
I'm watching myself do it
I saw somebody else get close to it
But you know how it is, the good die young mostly over bullshit
Record deals
[x6:]
Record deals, record deals
[Verse:]
They be on tables like poker chips
Dangled in front you by suits who assume you to be a two-bit hustler
Hasty moves
From the cradle to the grave might be a short walk, real talk
It's just a matter of ink
So many people in your ear you can't hear yourself think
Your homies like do that shit
Your old heads say you need to let somebody read through that shit
Call up a lawyer, but an arm and a leg it cost ya just to walk through the office
Consultation charges, end up taking bigger bites than your portion
And you was just online looking at Porsches
Now you're feeling tight hot garbage, cus your check being garnished
No cool gray area about it, executives is black hearted
They could care less about repossessions, disconnected cell phones
Or evictions from apartments
It's no country for artists
Trap floor under the carpet, figured you'll fall for it
Cus you're struggling and you're starving, that don't mean you're stupid
Reverse the game, pull the rug from them losers, carve your own lane
Stay true to your music
I'm watching myself do it
I saw somebody else get close to it
But you know how it is, the good die young mostly over bullshit
Record deals
[x6:]
Record deals, record deals
Moon & Stars Remix lyrics - Curren$y
[Chorus:]
So I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Big K.R.I.T:]
Yo, my digital dash as I mash on the gas
Don't know where I'm going fast but I'm goin there
Stop at a club foreva sho there's some hoes in there
Shakin they ass lookin for playas with dough to share
But that ain't me though
Before I trick on ya bussy baby
I'm outta the door
If you were looking for savings shawty
I'm not your hero
More like the guy that can take you where wanted to just look in my eye
Like you suppose to cold enough to froze ya
Talking bout that pimpin that you already been exposed to
Far from being sober let's travel into space while
Puffin on this yoda blowin like a light saber
Doin what the grown ups do
Be grateful that this game be bestowed up onto you
Those backstab men betrayed us advise don't listen to
Cause they front but they don't do what I do cause they will never ever be pimps
[Chorus]
O I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Killa Kyleon:]
Runnin back on that butterscotch
Got my paint lookin peppamint
Pull a pace in a pokas puffin that purple that's evident
Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars through my evidence
Louie v don't see haters no focus cause they irrelevant
Comin through like the president
Wave at boppas and droppas
I let my trunk do the jump
And they flag us down and they stop us
Flock us like waka like tv shows they watch as you see these hoes
Mesmerized like khalifa
Pulled up in slab do you see these fours
This is ain't not time for dis purple
Drink do you see me pour
And my cook got them double stacks like that x
Do you see me roll
Paint wet like it's aroused
So high I can kiss the clouds
I roll up in sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin yow
I'm stuck on this country shit
I'm southern just like the college
Neck bones cornbread candy yams and my greens colli
Crawlin just like a talla pradas pushin them pedals down
Jackas keep me in Magneto mode I keep that metal round
[Chorus]
[Spitta:]
I be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoking that bum ass shit bitch
You get no play in this ride
Butta soft high
They built many vettes after mine but I think they did it best in 89'
Idling at the red light mindin my business
Holdin my weed low with a slight crack in my windows
Playin all three of my mirrors
I ain't nervous
But I'm certain that them devils tryin to get me
Cause I'm swerving banging curbs
And they can't stand to see me with it
But it don't stop just provoke me
More to drop my top
Now be planetarium status
Flickin ashes in the big dippa
You ain't as high as me mista
I's screwin your sister
From a fifty foot distance
Now she missin caught up in a twista
Tropicana pour me up a glass of tang
Roll up some of that NASA mane
Yessir
[Chorus]
So I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Big K.R.I.T:]
Yo, my digital dash as I mash on the gas
Don't know where I'm going fast but I'm goin there
Stop at a club foreva sho there's some hoes in there
Shakin they ass lookin for playas with dough to share
But that ain't me though
Before I trick on ya bussy baby
I'm outta the door
If you were looking for savings shawty
I'm not your hero
More like the guy that can take you where wanted to just look in my eye
Like you suppose to cold enough to froze ya
Talking bout that pimpin that you already been exposed to
Far from being sober let's travel into space while
Puffin on this yoda blowin like a light saber
Doin what the grown ups do
Be grateful that this game be bestowed up onto you
Those backstab men betrayed us advise don't listen to
Cause they front but they don't do what I do cause they will never ever be pimps
[Chorus]
O I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Killa Kyleon:]
Runnin back on that butterscotch
Got my paint lookin peppamint
Pull a pace in a pokas puffin that purple that's evident
Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars through my evidence
Louie v don't see haters no focus cause they irrelevant
Comin through like the president
Wave at boppas and droppas
I let my trunk do the jump
And they flag us down and they stop us
Flock us like waka like tv shows they watch as you see these hoes
Mesmerized like khalifa
Pulled up in slab do you see these fours
This is ain't not time for dis purple
Drink do you see me pour
And my cook got them double stacks like that x
Do you see me roll
Paint wet like it's aroused
So high I can kiss the clouds
I roll up in sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin yow
I'm stuck on this country shit
I'm southern just like the college
Neck bones cornbread candy yams and my greens colli
Crawlin just like a talla pradas pushin them pedals down
Jackas keep me in Magneto mode I keep that metal round
[Chorus]
[Spitta:]
I be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoking that bum ass shit bitch
You get no play in this ride
Butta soft high
They built many vettes after mine but I think they did it best in 89'
Idling at the red light mindin my business
Holdin my weed low with a slight crack in my windows
Playin all three of my mirrors
I ain't nervous
But I'm certain that them devils tryin to get me
Cause I'm swerving banging curbs
And they can't stand to see me with it
But it don't stop just provoke me
More to drop my top
Now be planetarium status
Flickin ashes in the big dippa
You ain't as high as me mista
I's screwin your sister
From a fifty foot distance
Now she missin caught up in a twista
Tropicana pour me up a glass of tang
Roll up some of that NASA mane
Yessir
[Chorus]
Role Model lyrics - Curren$y
Uh...
Nothing but...
Tell the truth, do I?
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it
Prophetized by the perpetually high poet
I been thru it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners
Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes
Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind
Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find
The story of a man who drew his own guidelines
Inspirational, ain't it?
The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em
Professional brushstrokes on canvasses
Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid
Blew my high when you came in with them cameras
Questions and peanut gallery suggestions
I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool
But we got our own beat to walk to, fool!
Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow...
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
I'm, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow...
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea
Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners...
To the kid that chose me to follow,
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas
Thievin' ass bitches, lyin' ass partners... yea
Nothing but...
Tell the truth, do I?
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it
Prophetized by the perpetually high poet
I been thru it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners
Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes
Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind
Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find
The story of a man who drew his own guidelines
Inspirational, ain't it?
The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em
Professional brushstrokes on canvasses
Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid
Blew my high when you came in with them cameras
Questions and peanut gallery suggestions
I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool
But we got our own beat to walk to, fool!
Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow...
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
I'm, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow...
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea
Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners...
To the kid that chose me to follow,
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas
Thievin' ass bitches, lyin' ass partners... yea
Paydayss lyrics - Curren$y
Another day's dollar, holla if you hear me
Chillin' by one of my baddest bitch's older sisters
You know how them hoes be pretendin'
That they so close and kendrick to that jet pimpin', give them all that 4/20 vision
One spoke up on my stroke and the other one got defensive
They both figurin' out they both getting dicked down, kill em with my old schools
Bitch you car sick, huh? Chevy man see me in that Corsica
Or a GT Berreta, nigga low as fuck
If I'm not on tour Pimpin', I ain't doing much
Except rolling up, building scale model low rider trucks
In my Jet Study where I keep my books
Pilot Loft, each entry, each verse, each hook
About the shit I really saw and the chances I really took
Cars I really drove, women that really chose
No Phantom over here Pimpin', Cinnamon on my rolls
Breakfast, first-class flight from New Orleans to Houston Texas
Flight time 45 minutes 37 seconds
Wheels up to wheels down last time I checked it for the record
Flow deadly and alot of niggas respect it on a daily
Creating these speaker blessings
At the car wash, they finishin' my tire dressing
I'm on the conference call discussin' how my merch selling
Loot in coming for all directions
You want to mention 'no hustlers', but never play the cut with us
I got my numbers up, countin' in the sky
Burning doobies in the coupe, D.W. high
Chillin' by one of my baddest bitch's older sisters
You know how them hoes be pretendin'
That they so close and kendrick to that jet pimpin', give them all that 4/20 vision
One spoke up on my stroke and the other one got defensive
They both figurin' out they both getting dicked down, kill em with my old schools
Bitch you car sick, huh? Chevy man see me in that Corsica
Or a GT Berreta, nigga low as fuck
If I'm not on tour Pimpin', I ain't doing much
Except rolling up, building scale model low rider trucks
In my Jet Study where I keep my books
Pilot Loft, each entry, each verse, each hook
About the shit I really saw and the chances I really took
Cars I really drove, women that really chose
No Phantom over here Pimpin', Cinnamon on my rolls
Breakfast, first-class flight from New Orleans to Houston Texas
Flight time 45 minutes 37 seconds
Wheels up to wheels down last time I checked it for the record
Flow deadly and alot of niggas respect it on a daily
Creating these speaker blessings
At the car wash, they finishin' my tire dressing
I'm on the conference call discussin' how my merch selling
Loot in coming for all directions
You want to mention 'no hustlers', but never play the cut with us
I got my numbers up, countin' in the sky
Burning doobies in the coupe, D.W. high
Jets @ Your Neck lyrics - Curren$y
Jet life jet life jet life jet life
[Verse 1 Curren$y]
Yeah, G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went
A decorated veteran
My bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy
I say fuck it baby girl we gon' let him live
Too much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball
Brand new socks and long jon draws I want it all
My young nigga told y'all it's getting cold out here dog
Bundle up motherfuck being the runner-up
4 niggas deep the number one is us
Text homie and tell him his number's up
You services are no longer needed
Rocka bye baby word to Kesha
Broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape
Many a track has met his fate at the hands of Spitta Andretti
Them niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready
[Chorus:]
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Verse 2 - Trademark da Skydiver:]
Sharvees on my feet
Cacky LRG jets fitted trees sticky
Just riding around the city smoking O's like fifties
Mind on a milli
Eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me
Fuck 'em, I just duck 'em like the bitch that was just with me
Simply I'm on a level where these lames can't gain no entry
Yeah, I stay high I don't fly on empty
Fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy
Life of a jet bad bitches and good weed
Fast cars and glass jars of sour D's
Uhh TMSD the SV
Hover over land lovers like a g3
Jets nigga from the net to the tv
We came up quick and made this shit look easy
Yeah, now they go in cop my cd
Put 'em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat
[Chorus:]
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Verse 3 - Young Roddy:]
And it's jets over everything
I put that on everything
We been doing our thing anyway
Nigga slash anywhere
First let me twist this up I'm a tell my driver take me there
Secondly and back to back in and out I came prepared
Flashback dejavu coulda swore I saw this shit right here
Marley told me kill this shit just don't forget your niggas here
Bet I won't I done see blood sweat so many tears
Bet I blow
That's a fact point blank period
Break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air
Slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it
Show your right I keep it real
Something I'm familiar with
Money coming, money going
Man I keep on peeling it
My jet set camp
But really though what's really good
She know I'm dealing shit
She smell me dog, she dig my style, gangsta and gentlemen
I'm good like my jet insurance keep me with benefits
[Chorus:]
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Verse 4 - Whizz:]
Street wizzy money
Hoes and check clothes
Blowing on that fruity pebble shit that will have your throat chokin'
We ain't trippin' in this section full of cloud 9
Floaters is a crush I'm up in my zone
You already know see my grind
It's all up in my mind
I come up with designs that attack a nigga mental
Now they keeping off my rhyme, it's finesse
It ain't nothing less cause I don't waste time
Steady sippin' in the city money gettin' I'm fly
If you look up in the air you will not see me I'm so high
Bitch I'm perfect when I glide it's like a nerve up in the sky
Twisting turning ya holdin pussy shit for my land acrobat
Blink a eye and miss a act
Stacks up in the leather sack
[Verse 1 Curren$y]
Yeah, G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went
A decorated veteran
My bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy
I say fuck it baby girl we gon' let him live
Too much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball
Brand new socks and long jon draws I want it all
My young nigga told y'all it's getting cold out here dog
Bundle up motherfuck being the runner-up
4 niggas deep the number one is us
Text homie and tell him his number's up
You services are no longer needed
Rocka bye baby word to Kesha
Broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape
Many a track has met his fate at the hands of Spitta Andretti
Them niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready
[Chorus:]
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Verse 2 - Trademark da Skydiver:]
Sharvees on my feet
Cacky LRG jets fitted trees sticky
Just riding around the city smoking O's like fifties
Mind on a milli
Eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me
Fuck 'em, I just duck 'em like the bitch that was just with me
Simply I'm on a level where these lames can't gain no entry
Yeah, I stay high I don't fly on empty
Fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy
Life of a jet bad bitches and good weed
Fast cars and glass jars of sour D's
Uhh TMSD the SV
Hover over land lovers like a g3
Jets nigga from the net to the tv
We came up quick and made this shit look easy
Yeah, now they go in cop my cd
Put 'em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat
[Chorus:]
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Verse 3 - Young Roddy:]
And it's jets over everything
I put that on everything
We been doing our thing anyway
Nigga slash anywhere
First let me twist this up I'm a tell my driver take me there
Secondly and back to back in and out I came prepared
Flashback dejavu coulda swore I saw this shit right here
Marley told me kill this shit just don't forget your niggas here
Bet I won't I done see blood sweat so many tears
Bet I blow
That's a fact point blank period
Break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air
Slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it
Show your right I keep it real
Something I'm familiar with
Money coming, money going
Man I keep on peeling it
My jet set camp
But really though what's really good
She know I'm dealing shit
She smell me dog, she dig my style, gangsta and gentlemen
I'm good like my jet insurance keep me with benefits
[Chorus:]
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Verse 4 - Whizz:]
Street wizzy money
Hoes and check clothes
Blowing on that fruity pebble shit that will have your throat chokin'
We ain't trippin' in this section full of cloud 9
Floaters is a crush I'm up in my zone
You already know see my grind
It's all up in my mind
I come up with designs that attack a nigga mental
Now they keeping off my rhyme, it's finesse
It ain't nothing less cause I don't waste time
Steady sippin' in the city money gettin' I'm fly
If you look up in the air you will not see me I'm so high
Bitch I'm perfect when I glide it's like a nerve up in the sky
Twisting turning ya holdin pussy shit for my land acrobat
Blink a eye and miss a act
Stacks up in the leather sack
"Pilot Talk II" (2010)
- Airborne Aquarium lyrics - Curren$y
- Michael Knight lyrics - Curren$y
- Montreux lyrics - Curren$y
- Famous lyrics - Curren$y
- Flight Briefing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
- A Gee lyrics - Curren$y
- Real Estates lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)
- Silence lyrics - Curren$y (feat. McKenzie Eddy)
- Hold On lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
- Fashionably Late lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Deelow)
- Highed Up lyrics - Curren$y
- O.G...(The Jam) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
- Michael Knight (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Raekwon)
Airborne Aquarium lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Haha, Yeauh
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool
Turn it Up Some
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life,
Yeauh, Eauh
[Verse:]
I'm gettin hella mail from jail, niggas tellin me to kill it,
When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches,
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture,
Flippin my remote, same way I do them hoes,
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door,
Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows,
No square shall enter in the circle of winners,
Know I'm prepared for whatev, you know what I been thru,
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues,
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru,
But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you,
soon as you quit hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you,
Baby blue, souls D's, White 11, '96,
No retro card came with this,
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift,
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured,
Shawty body chocolated, Russel Stover,
Brung weed wit' her whenever I invite her over,
Polo sweater, tether belt hangin' off her shoulder,
No care, over here, so we put it in the air,
Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna fuck errywhere,
That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table,
We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good,
if you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it,
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucketlist,
and these boys, I granted his deathwish,
Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch,
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai,
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride,
'87 Corvette ZR1, to the T-top softened,
put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump,
That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed,
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last,
Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I don't check bags,
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past,
Half Rose, Sean Don, OJ in my glass,
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Prota-J curriculum,
doors open like a pendulum swingin,
Rock in my Jetset Emblem,
Fool is to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon,
the car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin,
Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin',
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin,
not pillin', just element twistin',
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin
Yeauhh
[Outro:]
[Mumbling]
Jets, where haven't we
Jets, where haven't we been
Jets, where haven't we. . .
Haha, Yeauh
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool
Turn it Up Some
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life,
Yeauh, Eauh
[Verse:]
I'm gettin hella mail from jail, niggas tellin me to kill it,
When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches,
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture,
Flippin my remote, same way I do them hoes,
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door,
Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows,
No square shall enter in the circle of winners,
Know I'm prepared for whatev, you know what I been thru,
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues,
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru,
But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you,
soon as you quit hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you,
Baby blue, souls D's, White 11, '96,
No retro card came with this,
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift,
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured,
Shawty body chocolated, Russel Stover,
Brung weed wit' her whenever I invite her over,
Polo sweater, tether belt hangin' off her shoulder,
No care, over here, so we put it in the air,
Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna fuck errywhere,
That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table,
We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good,
if you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it,
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucketlist,
and these boys, I granted his deathwish,
Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch,
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai,
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride,
'87 Corvette ZR1, to the T-top softened,
put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump,
That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed,
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last,
Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I don't check bags,
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past,
Half Rose, Sean Don, OJ in my glass,
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Prota-J curriculum,
doors open like a pendulum swingin,
Rock in my Jetset Emblem,
Fool is to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon,
the car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin,
Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin',
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin,
not pillin', just element twistin',
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin
Yeauhh
[Outro:]
[Mumbling]
Jets, where haven't we
Jets, where haven't we been
Jets, where haven't we. . .
Michael Knight lyrics - Curren$y
[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 am 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
[Outro]
Scoo do do do do do do [x2]
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 am 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
[Outro]
Scoo do do do do do do [x2]
Montreux lyrics - Curren$y
Yea, and this is what I do
Yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights
? seen him till you seen him, jet life
Yea lames catch feelings we catch flights
..you ain't seen him till ya'?yea, fool
You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man
Uh, kush smoke
Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before that elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience
Al Jarreau in the third row
Parent guardian to this art for its my baby
Lazy eye though watchful
Try to play me I spot you
Points I prove with my every move
Right from the beginning
I was right and that was very true
This is what I knew
Make a fool out of you if we were to duel
In a hall playa playin' pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Jeux
Drop jewels
Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe
Carrot soup
My women ball word to Sheryl Swoops
Minus the hoop she fell through
Fell in love with the blue dreamin'
Of things she can't have
Now she's looking down like she's tryin' to use her ipad
Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime lab
But I ain't even have to do it like that
Knife work on the track
Many will cut and slash
At the neck like a sash
Blood on my hands
Me and my killer band
Raw shit killa-gram
Eyes spinning ceiling fan
You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man
Raw shit killa-gram
High spinning ceiling fan
You ain't seen the man until you seen the man
Fool
Yea
Yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights
? seen him till you seen him, jet life
Yea lames catch feelings we catch flights
..you ain't seen him till ya'?yea, fool
You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man
Uh, kush smoke
Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before that elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience
Al Jarreau in the third row
Parent guardian to this art for its my baby
Lazy eye though watchful
Try to play me I spot you
Points I prove with my every move
Right from the beginning
I was right and that was very true
This is what I knew
Make a fool out of you if we were to duel
In a hall playa playin' pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Jeux
Drop jewels
Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe
Carrot soup
My women ball word to Sheryl Swoops
Minus the hoop she fell through
Fell in love with the blue dreamin'
Of things she can't have
Now she's looking down like she's tryin' to use her ipad
Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime lab
But I ain't even have to do it like that
Knife work on the track
Many will cut and slash
At the neck like a sash
Blood on my hands
Me and my killer band
Raw shit killa-gram
Eyes spinning ceiling fan
You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man
Raw shit killa-gram
High spinning ceiling fan
You ain't seen the man until you seen the man
Fool
Yea
Famous lyrics - Curren$y
And you could tell
From distance tryna figure
The reals say I’m
But I’m still
And you could tell
Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive [2X]
Ain’t nothing change but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man watch my leather
Cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta in them Monstabeats radioactive, I don’t kick it with no rappers
They be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on criss cross, who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
Zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Struggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire
I’m independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled about it
You can’t deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
Whodini your main squeeze, she disappear she’s a magician
You can’t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, I
Sent to the waffle house twit my order from the car man
Yeah..
And I’m looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit
But I’m still..
Looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit
But I’m still..
I’m high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my ’57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I’m in
But I do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lot a smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rollin that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
I hope your hungry
I got a plate of dutch for homie, liquor
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain’t stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us
Now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us?
I’m stil, still..
From distance tryna figure
The reals say I’m
But I’m still
And you could tell
Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive [2X]
Ain’t nothing change but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man watch my leather
Cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta in them Monstabeats radioactive, I don’t kick it with no rappers
They be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on criss cross, who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
Zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Struggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire
I’m independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled about it
You can’t deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
Whodini your main squeeze, she disappear she’s a magician
You can’t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, I
Sent to the waffle house twit my order from the car man
Yeah..
And I’m looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit
But I’m still..
Looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit
But I’m still..
I’m high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my ’57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I’m in
But I do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lot a smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rollin that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
I hope your hungry
I got a plate of dutch for homie, liquor
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain’t stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us
Now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us?
I’m stil, still..
Flight Briefing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Lady Flight Attendant]
Ok, as we get ready to take off, please be sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that you electronics are off. as the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everything we can to make sure you have a safe comfortable flight.
[Spitta]
Uh, with these lazy eyes I've seen
more than you could see in seven lifetimes
getchu on track
got the fresh scoop from inside
get you insight on the situation cause i done it twice
done the dotted line, tightrope walk
where the suits want results, they don't talk
dozens of songs locked away, and writing in the vault
no one to blame, it was solely my fault
no soft chrome, just boss came 'long
right now I'm not trippin' pimpin'
you could pay me for it when you get it
I'm tryna get a bigga home, put my niggas on
they puttin' their niggas on, we gettin' really strong
... ... Jets, best shape ever
Winner's circle
you squares need to get it togetha
or stop hangin' with eachotha
go somewhere and get is seperate
your bitch want that vitamin D, she lookin desperate
bullshit convo, five minutes invested
now she buck naked, lyin' to you via text message
in a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
give me head and try to get ahead of us
you know which way is up
(flight lady again, but you can hear what she says)
[Roddy]
Yeah,as the world turnin', and my joint still burning'
I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
so, if you want respect, you gotta earn it
it's crazy, most people never learn it
Preach!
so, before they hear my sermon
here's my confession, I get dressed with my burna
Sheesh!
I know that ain't right, but I know when shit's weak
try livin' on my tray first streets
so, before I fall asleep
with a certified freak
who just tryna get her hands on some ... ... seats
I'm cool
Nice try, but you can't get that from me
nice guy, hard body,man it way too weak
Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
I never try to be somethin I'm not
I do me
I find it better on my own two feet
Roddy keep it unique and low key
Jets Fool
(Flight Bitch...again)
[Trade]
Fresh Polo bucket, all them niggaz know I'm actin' out
smoke so much kush in the whip I started blackin out
I'm hoppin out, I', one of the freshest without a doubt
bitches love when I come around, they know what I'm about
take em to the house
fuck em good, smoke em out
burn a whole ounce with a mama, back to my paper route
I'm tryna put a couple a dollas in my money pouch
bag to bag transactions, then I'm ova and out
dumb it down? neva that, you should know me buy now.
I'm floatin' on a kush cloud and I neva come down
Jet set, international we roarin now
all for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
lames cryin over hos, the tears of a clown
I'm smokin on some purple and green, you steamin brown
leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
its MOB, I rest in peace on a money pile
(Of course, one more time, the Flight Bitch)
Ok, as we get ready to take off, please be sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that you electronics are off. as the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everything we can to make sure you have a safe comfortable flight.
[Spitta]
Uh, with these lazy eyes I've seen
more than you could see in seven lifetimes
getchu on track
got the fresh scoop from inside
get you insight on the situation cause i done it twice
done the dotted line, tightrope walk
where the suits want results, they don't talk
dozens of songs locked away, and writing in the vault
no one to blame, it was solely my fault
no soft chrome, just boss came 'long
right now I'm not trippin' pimpin'
you could pay me for it when you get it
I'm tryna get a bigga home, put my niggas on
they puttin' their niggas on, we gettin' really strong
... ... Jets, best shape ever
Winner's circle
you squares need to get it togetha
or stop hangin' with eachotha
go somewhere and get is seperate
your bitch want that vitamin D, she lookin desperate
bullshit convo, five minutes invested
now she buck naked, lyin' to you via text message
in a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
give me head and try to get ahead of us
you know which way is up
(flight lady again, but you can hear what she says)
[Roddy]
Yeah,as the world turnin', and my joint still burning'
I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
so, if you want respect, you gotta earn it
it's crazy, most people never learn it
Preach!
so, before they hear my sermon
here's my confession, I get dressed with my burna
Sheesh!
I know that ain't right, but I know when shit's weak
try livin' on my tray first streets
so, before I fall asleep
with a certified freak
who just tryna get her hands on some ... ... seats
I'm cool
Nice try, but you can't get that from me
nice guy, hard body,man it way too weak
Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
I never try to be somethin I'm not
I do me
I find it better on my own two feet
Roddy keep it unique and low key
Jets Fool
(Flight Bitch...again)
[Trade]
Fresh Polo bucket, all them niggaz know I'm actin' out
smoke so much kush in the whip I started blackin out
I'm hoppin out, I', one of the freshest without a doubt
bitches love when I come around, they know what I'm about
take em to the house
fuck em good, smoke em out
burn a whole ounce with a mama, back to my paper route
I'm tryna put a couple a dollas in my money pouch
bag to bag transactions, then I'm ova and out
dumb it down? neva that, you should know me buy now.
I'm floatin' on a kush cloud and I neva come down
Jet set, international we roarin now
all for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
lames cryin over hos, the tears of a clown
I'm smokin on some purple and green, you steamin brown
leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
its MOB, I rest in peace on a money pile
(Of course, one more time, the Flight Bitch)
A Gee lyrics - Curren$y
Uh
Yea
Fool
And you cant do a thing
About it
Bitches know the planes
Got it
Yea
You want to live in a house
Don't want grass to grow
Your homeboys lookin' bad
And you givin' cash to them hoes
Old sucka ass nigga
Fuck you round here for?
Fittna' take off on them cluckers
Man cabin door flow, cold
O'z rolled up
Fuck it we can get some more
Kinda (cotton) had to stop at the 24 hour store
Drop them bomb ass case v8
Crate drop top
Sun ain't even out
But I can't wait
For the rain to stop
Shine rather or not
You wanna' deal with it
The bitch in your car
Wanna' hear us
Live what?
Jets
Year one vets
From the cars to the broads
Motherfucker be my guest
Yea
A gee is what I am
A jet is who I be
You know what I smoke
And you cant see me
Know matter where you go
One place we'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me
A gee is what I am
A jet is who I be
You know what I smoke
And you cant see me
Know matter where you go
One place we'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me
Bro
Uh yea
On a mission
And I'm fishin'
For my nigga ski beatz
Quote live nigga rap
Broke a jive nigga back
Spineless
Spliff cruising with optimus primeless
And in the primers
In inclined to sound better
Then other rhymers
Don't bring them fools around him
He'll make them look clownish
Countach Lambo
Shoot like ammo
Through traffic with green trees
I (blink, dead) like camo
Flyest
Gosh oh my
Where was I
When things got hot?
Somewhere cool
Laughing at you
Fuck rolling one
Roll two
Roll three
Loop the beat
And light an incense in the booth
Yea
Yea
And you cant see me
No matter where you go
One place you'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me bro
A gee is what I am
A jet is who I be
You know what I smoke
And you cant see me
Know matter where you go
One place you'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me bro
Yea
And you can't do a thing about it
And that ain't gunna change I'm sorry
And bitches know the planes got it
And you can't do a thing about it
And bitches know the planes got it
And that ain't gunna change I'm sorry
Yea
Yea
Fool
And you cant do a thing
About it
Bitches know the planes
Got it
Yea
You want to live in a house
Don't want grass to grow
Your homeboys lookin' bad
And you givin' cash to them hoes
Old sucka ass nigga
Fuck you round here for?
Fittna' take off on them cluckers
Man cabin door flow, cold
O'z rolled up
Fuck it we can get some more
Kinda (cotton) had to stop at the 24 hour store
Drop them bomb ass case v8
Crate drop top
Sun ain't even out
But I can't wait
For the rain to stop
Shine rather or not
You wanna' deal with it
The bitch in your car
Wanna' hear us
Live what?
Jets
Year one vets
From the cars to the broads
Motherfucker be my guest
Yea
A gee is what I am
A jet is who I be
You know what I smoke
And you cant see me
Know matter where you go
One place we'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me
A gee is what I am
A jet is who I be
You know what I smoke
And you cant see me
Know matter where you go
One place we'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me
Bro
Uh yea
On a mission
And I'm fishin'
For my nigga ski beatz
Quote live nigga rap
Broke a jive nigga back
Spineless
Spliff cruising with optimus primeless
And in the primers
In inclined to sound better
Then other rhymers
Don't bring them fools around him
He'll make them look clownish
Countach Lambo
Shoot like ammo
Through traffic with green trees
I (blink, dead) like camo
Flyest
Gosh oh my
Where was I
When things got hot?
Somewhere cool
Laughing at you
Fuck rolling one
Roll two
Roll three
Loop the beat
And light an incense in the booth
Yea
Yea
And you cant see me
No matter where you go
One place you'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me bro
A gee is what I am
A jet is who I be
You know what I smoke
And you cant see me
Know matter where you go
One place you'll never be
Is close
Even if you move right next to me bro
Yea
And you can't do a thing about it
And that ain't gunna change I'm sorry
And bitches know the planes got it
And you can't do a thing about it
And bitches know the planes got it
And that ain't gunna change I'm sorry
Yea
Real Estates lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)
This is revenge
Like when them Russians
Caught us all on with the red light
No bullets just pens
No machine guns
Just machined up rims
Yea
I let me fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind
Fool
And as the game rotate
And my name grows bigger
How many bitches want
Not many bitches want
I know you think your bitches don't
But I know what she did
Last summer
Scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man know lately have my eyes on the cutlass
Fittin' say fuck it
Call Moose
And tell him cop it
Give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under
Trying to stay cool
Big city
Lights hotter then a motherfucka
(tools them)
So Cal
Wedesdays Calcutta
Socks up
Stocks rising
Keep catching Spitta grinding
Higher then my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I lived
You would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood
I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood
Make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly
And plus nobody I know
Got killed in New Orleans today
I got cash put away
And some more on the way
Yea
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
This the life we want
Nigga you only live it once
Uh
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind
Yea
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind
Yea
[Dom Kennedy]
Uh
Class shit
You niggas still cuffin'
If I wanted her back
Nigga I'll be still fuckin'
And I see niggas try and rap like us
Watch the video
Then try and act like us
We make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn
When I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit Spitta
Girls try and get us
Tell her I'll be coming back
You best be doing all them sit-ups
Don't take me to the airport crying girl
Get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm with her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need
Not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside
Black stripes like thriller
I'm in Miami bumpin' Trilla
I got dope on the low
But I'm not a dope dealer
The fans blocking like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind
Kat Williams flow
Bitch this pimpin' all the time
You singing ass rap niggas
Simpin' all the time
Fucking up the game
Niggas fucking up my name
You don't want no money
Just fame
They ask me how I'm doing
Shit I really can't complain
Sippin' champagne
And try and get everything I want
Yelling oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Uh, uh
I'm yelling oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Yea, yea
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Let that ride out
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the..uh
Like when them Russians
Caught us all on with the red light
No bullets just pens
No machine guns
Just machined up rims
Yea
I let me fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind
Fool
And as the game rotate
And my name grows bigger
How many bitches want
Not many bitches want
I know you think your bitches don't
But I know what she did
Last summer
Scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man know lately have my eyes on the cutlass
Fittin' say fuck it
Call Moose
And tell him cop it
Give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under
Trying to stay cool
Big city
Lights hotter then a motherfucka
(tools them)
So Cal
Wedesdays Calcutta
Socks up
Stocks rising
Keep catching Spitta grinding
Higher then my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I lived
You would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood
I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood
Make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly
And plus nobody I know
Got killed in New Orleans today
I got cash put away
And some more on the way
Yea
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
This the life we want
Nigga you only live it once
Uh
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind
Yea
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind
Yea
[Dom Kennedy]
Uh
Class shit
You niggas still cuffin'
If I wanted her back
Nigga I'll be still fuckin'
And I see niggas try and rap like us
Watch the video
Then try and act like us
We make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn
When I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit Spitta
Girls try and get us
Tell her I'll be coming back
You best be doing all them sit-ups
Don't take me to the airport crying girl
Get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm with her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need
Not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside
Black stripes like thriller
I'm in Miami bumpin' Trilla
I got dope on the low
But I'm not a dope dealer
The fans blocking like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind
Kat Williams flow
Bitch this pimpin' all the time
You singing ass rap niggas
Simpin' all the time
Fucking up the game
Niggas fucking up my name
You don't want no money
Just fame
They ask me how I'm doing
Shit I really can't complain
Sippin' champagne
And try and get everything I want
Yelling oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Uh, uh
I'm yelling oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Yea, yea
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Let that ride out
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the..uh
Silence lyrics - Curren$y (feat. McKenzie Eddy)
[McKenzie Eddy]
So I see the setting sun and I get to feeling numb,
Down on that side of town, back where no funs around.
Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be.
Just flows so easily, some i think may call it free,
So cooooooooooooooooollllddddd,
So So Coooooooooooolllddd,
I cant believe you cooooooollllddd
So ooooooooooooooooooooo
[Curren$y]
Uh, Yea..
As the joint burns, o the point that it stinging my fingers,
Tracks my talk show platform...
Part Phil Donahue part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her..
She go where i send her.
Kept it trill from the beginning
From square 1 maintain square business
Don't concern yourself with my minglin with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold,
Silent foot assassin approach.
High when I stroll,
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow...
You know
[McKenzie Eddy]
Can't believe you cooooooolllllldddd
Soo ooooooooooooooo whooooooaaaa
So I see your face again, back where I've been travelin
Time.. I think it seems, to have its grip on me.
Friends they say they call it for you,
No matter what i offer you.
Cant believe in history, living in this misery.
So cooooooooooooooooolllllddddd
So So cooooooooooollllldddd
I cant believe you cooooollllllllllllddd
So cooooooooooooolllllddddd
So I see the setting sun and I get to feeling numb,
Down on that side of town, back where no funs around.
Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be.
Just flows so easily, some i think may call it free,
So cooooooooooooooooollllddddd,
So So Coooooooooooolllddd,
I cant believe you cooooooollllddd
So ooooooooooooooooooooo
[Curren$y]
Uh, Yea..
As the joint burns, o the point that it stinging my fingers,
Tracks my talk show platform...
Part Phil Donahue part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her..
She go where i send her.
Kept it trill from the beginning
From square 1 maintain square business
Don't concern yourself with my minglin with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold,
Silent foot assassin approach.
High when I stroll,
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow...
You know
[McKenzie Eddy]
Can't believe you cooooooolllllldddd
Soo ooooooooooooooo whooooooaaaa
So I see your face again, back where I've been travelin
Time.. I think it seems, to have its grip on me.
Friends they say they call it for you,
No matter what i offer you.
Cant believe in history, living in this misery.
So cooooooooooooooooolllllddddd
So So cooooooooooollllldddd
I cant believe you cooooollllllllllllddd
So cooooooooooooolllllddddd
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