180 Days
Snoop Dogg, Curren$y
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (La Musica de Harry Fraud) La, da, da, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Keep the E in it Chevy's on switches, baby, we smoking weed in it Don't post me in your pictures If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it This what they fuckin' with me for in the first place Documented my rise, represented my birthplace My homeboys buy me muscle cars on my birthday My homeboys steamroll probably before I know that they in the way My bitch in the tub, she got your bitch feeding her grapes I'm watching Carlito's Way Your friend since the fourth grade got you on tape Called up, they threatened to throw him behind the gates If he didn't cooperate He handed you over that day on the silver plate to escape Total disgrace, we don't do things that way I ordered the Wraith, it's handmade, it take 180 days You want it to happen overnight, you having a bad dream When you wake up, my team beat and fled the scene With all the cream, that's right, British racing green On my latest foreign machine Seat color look real close to tangerine peels Soldier told ya what happens to fakes in the field I'll pour out a whole bottle for my partner, he that real ill Eastside at all times still Chevrolet on three wheels at the red light standing still Reputation on stainless steel '58 Continental, dawg Digital dashboard, no analog Turn the corner and raise the front My music is hella loud, so is this blunt Unadulterated funk, baby With four fifteens up in the trunk, baby What a day, I play to play 'Bout to scoop up my brand new Chevrolet And it's a dope ride, Duval gave it to me It's on some Florida shit, you know the flavor, homie It's stitched by Slick, so it's sick as f*ck Police behind me, they on my nuts But they'll never catch a G like me I do the right thing, bitch, like I was Spike Lee And I might be in a IROC or a 5.0 Or a Cadillac fo sho, layin' real low Moon roof open with the fin tails Inhale, exhale, chem trails Me and Spitta, that's some real shit Crip'd up and whipped up, hand on the kill switch Say, you better know it, man From the NO to the LBC It's what we do, man We get to it like we do it Always on that fluid Spitta, Snoop Dogg Y'all know what time it is We gon' ride out to this shit, so gangsta Yeah, we in a caravan right now 'Bout sixty-five cars Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Monte Carlos, IROCs 5.0s, Falcons, Cougars, Mustangs I mean, I mean That nigga in that Cutlass, that shit cold That shit slick, uh Okay, fifty-something Belair, huh? I can dig it, mmm, yeah
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Written by: Shante Scott Franklin, Rory William Quigley, Calvin Cordozar Jr. Broadus
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