Lyrics:
Don't crash the 'Lac
(Don't crash the 'Lac)
Yeah
So much for being the humble one
So much for having EP out before the summer done
Know everybody
tha sign of tha times man
By second thank God that im alive man
Peace to my dead G'z
fell short tryin' to stack up they benjis
In tha midst and the fog
niggas must die by the trigga
I'm a sipper ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90
the club like
[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]:
Every day im hustlin
They think I'm Rick Ross
As soon I fuck em'
tell the hoes to get lost
a lot of niggas mad
they all
don't cook no more
It's only Uncle Remus and fries
While big homies die
And ignorance just finds a bed to lay and multiply
Why hope is lost and cannot be
Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino
Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo
I'm trying to have the bank account with all
definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back
the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Look
You got me right here on purpose
I just might buy you a Birkin’s
I’m just now scratching the surface
We just some angels surrounded by serpents
it's going typhoon
Show me some love they running it back
Three cross the lac, four cross my back
Me and big foe we stuffin' a back, ya hoe get
wanna know ya deeper
But your shallow heart has turned to frost
Yeah, I Said
I wanna love ya deeper
You say you wanted to get lost
Well
By All Means...
I
on the seats
Trunk got an attitude yelling out when it speak
Pissed off the top it been lost for a week
Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up
Guaranteed
the muthafucking lac
Ridin up the strip firing up a ball bat
Trunk just cracked, a lil lil bit
With the 4 fifthteens beating hard in the back
Bitches
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
pushin a lac not a scat or mercedes
I'll be in the field of my dreams not a daisy
I know we rocking steady it's gon get rocky
We gon walk n faith just live
gats it seems we gotta fight
When I throw a left, you best to throw a right
Pull up in tha cut so they can pass us by
Get down in yo seat and get off tha
Add up all them times we felt
Lonely we was by ourself
Growin up aint have no help
Het up get that bag ourself
Imma get that bag, neva gone repeat my
ever had shit so I cherish my peace of mind
My mom scraped pennies just to get by
I used to scrape twenties just to bag a dime
A nigga living backwards
Yep!, uh huh
Once again, it's that Black Drop squad
Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to give you, another one
MP the Great! Get 'em
I'm starting
I know you mad
But it gets worse when you find out
That I been in her mouth like Colgate
Like, "Uhhh - it's no way this lame nigga
Is the other guy
Still made my way brick by brick
To the top pass the tip
This can't be good as get
Fear nun what you scared of
Grip the cutta like a bear hug
Lost him
to survive
Surrounded by others that were lost as I
I Had to map out, got things inline
And I started my own damn clothing line
Had to take myself out
one time, i
Ain’t gotta search for words
Or strain my brain
Bending up my mind like curbs
I get lost in the
Music and never come back from the pain
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