Lyrics:
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
to start
Out by the Cali sign takin pics
Out by the Cali sign gunna pray
Out with the girls just kickin shit
Do this all so I get rest one day
Doing me
why I turn things go my way
I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave
Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga
To remind me
to find a Bri this crisp?
Do you eye another Bri like crisp?
Like a young child on the slide
Feeling so high we take flight
High up on a cloud rhyming with
Yeah
Cash Money heroes
Private jets
Polish, Jay Sean, fly
I look up to the sky
And now the world is mine
I've known it all my life
I made
Yeah
Cash Money heroes
Private jets
Polish, Jay Sean, fly
I look up to the sky
And now the world is mine
I've known it all my life
I made
so high
(So high)
And when we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the hoes just stop
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
at the dance, without a Bow tie
Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to Mow-ti
So high, of the light that they have given me
And the haters like a chauffeur
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
he buggin'
Got a opp bitch out in public
There go Jay Woods why he so high and why he always muggin'
I don't fuck with niggas yeah there go the answer
on the
End when it comes out
Lost my V-card to D-R-E
She liked Train so we broke
Up, listen to Big, grow up
Listened to Jay-Hova I was a Jay-Hova witness
Had me changing my mind
That was way before Drake
Blew up back in '09
Wayne was back in '08
Jay was signing Kanye
I was bumping Tech N9ne
Game
Frozone
Nigga I'm high in the Appalachians
Planet Boot yea we surrounded by constellations
I'm with the junkies in Boot Nation
If I smell some zotti you
My life is changing so fast
Ain't tryna slow it down
"I like it fast" that's what she said
So another round
Of shots for the ladies
Who drive truck,
Remember back in high school i was coppin jay's
Now its christian dior
& shit i cant name
Oh you mad about that hoe
Boy use a lame
All i did was hit her
you testify
Niggaz like what's the matter with Sean?
I'm like nothing, just thinkin' of a verse
That can shatter the song, foreign bitches
Know
(Yeah) (its Jiggy)
(Aye curly Jay) (Curly Curly Jay) (Curly Jay) (Curly Jay) (Curly Jay) (Curly Jay) ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Telling you right now I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
this nigga tryin somethin
That's yo brother so you trust em
But yo gut it says enough
So you gon on wit the plan
Bc you know it's fishy
And jay he
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
to a Renegade
Like Eminem and Jay Z
Cause me without music is like
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
guy
Never seen much
Back in high school I was catchin' a buzz
Now I chauffeur and champagne is must
More money comin' this way
You can trust
Someone
Rest in beats from Heavy D to Eazy E
The Notorious BIG, we have lost so many
Still wonder in my Adidas why
Jam Master Jay had to die and Lisa Left
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