Lyrics:
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
with the sex she just popped a Tab!
She wanted some meat I gave her a slab!
The clock say it's 3 I call her cab!
Cause little mama geeked!
She up off
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
My Morning Jacket X and Evil Urges
Beware and Be Grateful by Maps and Atlases
Menomena Friend and Foe
John Mayer Continuum and Trio
The Civil Wars
I’m a, man on a mission
Man on a mission
Ma-man on a mission
Got the plan and the vision
Raven with the vision
Multiply all the winnings
disguising the limits
Bitch, I'm barely in my prime, this ain't half of the vision
Got so much up on my mind I'm mentally in a prison
I'm a man on a mission
Sank about a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
Got a vision for the youth
This the coolest Vision like a mission going thru the Isis
I can find a reason outta school find a record label
Yeah kids
getting to this bag and wont stop till im finished
My brothers gone ride cause they all know the mission
10k on the beat so you know im gone rip it
I got 20
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
is money watch the glass nigger
Cause the Bloods thicker when the bands thicker
How you running with a flat nigga
I just pull up like a cab nigga
in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm not a human being,
10 seconds left on the clock and we down by a shot better pass me the damn ball
If he ever try to cross me imma get saucy , Kyrie imma make a man
go) the days go by, bye-bye"" (2x)
Chorus:""And the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by (they go by
clothes on.
So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh,
slip out of this comfortablenesses of the world around us. Do you know
Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck,
You got a copy on me Pigpen? c'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly
Um uh um uh here we go now
[Hook: x 2]
It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out hear alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch
Aye
One, one
Aye
You ready
Okay
Stern, firm, young with a laidback tongue
Yeah, the aim is to achieve by any means under the sun
Ain't nobody safe,
open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo in condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with
grave comme les gens, plus tu les bois, plus ça devient alléchant
Oh, mets du X dans ma tête, mets du
Oh, ça fait "bye, by-bye, bye"
Oh, mets du X
respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But
want to spend it with you
We don't have any inhibitions
We're not consumed by ambition
We've got no mission control
They say Dr. Freud might
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