Lyrics:
niggas we putting it down
I'm all alone
On an empty night
The lights in the cold sky
Arent so bright
Arent so bright
Fill up them hospitals
Cole you gon
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island
By a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this great big world
minie, moe
Can never catch the things, that I'm saying by the toe
If I catch you sharing notes, then I'm going Chernobyl
Imma melt them all away, like
Brady
I'm in the mood for some whoosah, baby
Good head on her like whoosah, baby
I see the future
Me and you fucking in the bedroom
Now tell me what
, but I'm, but I'm, but I'm)
Surrounded by different degrees of bliss
Stretches out with no end in sight
I'm thinkin', could this be a small taste of what
money
I'm waiting for the next fix
Out in space with her dirty tricks
Hours go by and I'm lonely, baby I'm figuring out my role
Life is a learning curve
Cause they're bragging, telling the
Fuckers in jail yo, we just got pumped woo
And that's why we don't do it
I know what I'm doing, imma destroy 'em
So G, it's me, LBC
The turf by the surf and you can sail with me
Palm trees, policies, a lotta weed
We got just what you want, oh batabing
So if you
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
[Kanye West] + (Ryo-Z in background)
Yeah
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen
You're so privileged right now to be in the presence of
The truth (The days)
with negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance
Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance
Finger fuckin' 'til my palm hurt, I
Yeah, CHOMP 2
9th Wonder
Yeah, let me talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah
The sun is beamin' down, I'm wrapped up in the light
May never be fulfilled
here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West
rims
Panama white, put the gold on my lip
Ridin' down Melrose, I'm in a spaceship
Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steerin' wheel
I'm only runnin'
Today I leave to get away from it all
I'll board a liner and
Head for the Caribbean
Beautiful isles of the West Indies
Swayin' palms back into me
get caught up in the way I can`t fuck with y`all
I need a miracle
I`m wishing miracles
Dreaming Cali palm trees
Rocking diamond rings
Ima flex just
Crowd mover, my shooters
Really shoot, give me the loot
I'm like D-O, I got that ride or die music
I solemnly swear to stay in the zone
And if y'all
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
to the West side
Just tell me how I'm this individual
I'm a crunk individual
Likely down here in the south
Already know what we bout
Steadily holding it down
controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye,
like I crept in
Escape through the east gate, return through the west ends
When the son said, I'm like the westerns beneath the moon light
I took the 95 to get from West Palm
Think I need a break from everything
Yes, I'm stressed way more than usual
While I'm gettin' things back in
then I'm thinking somewhat old
To talk in line to blablablablablabl..
Yeah yeah.
I got funk for all why'all from me to the bid dogs
Get your asses
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