Lyrics:
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
to a fool
Its starts with weed of course
They say hooray you a sport
Then you try that cocaine
Two months later you in court
Drug heads fill up them jail
April 2nd 1939, the stars is in line
Divine intervention at it's own intention
Birthed a gift
In this DC kid
He sung heavenly
Good values
Ride (Fluoride), Like Toothpaste
Met a couple new connects, it Lead to bigger Moves Made
I'm always, in Expensive Shit, Like I'm 2Chainz
We developed
drugs feel so good, but they just won't help
I just had fell in love with that blue pill, like bitch oh well
And i'm all alone on my own
I don't know
Two hours ago u told me
You were leaving town your so lonely
Now your sad and depressed and all you want is drugs
Your on a quest for someone to just
struggle turned me to a man
I had to get it on my own so I got out an got them bands
Say I couldn't and I did it poverty was tryna get me
I was focused
Messed up in my head
My Heart turns pitch black
No love, I know it sucks
Everything we got is good drugs
Good drugs, no love
People pulling up
Roll
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
lie Ima give it to her straight
Take another shot
Give it to me straight
I don't need the ice but my neck 2 chainz
Aim for the top with the scope
decide how much I care enough not to remove my own teeth with your vibe.
The love, love I feel for you cannot fill the drug I will need to get by
slingin' this white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops, we love that shit
'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the bullshit
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
don't see my own reflection
Wrote my wrongs but I know that I'm still in need of some correction
Never aimed at perfection but it's my best I attempted
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
Niggas ain't on shit bitch
Get it through your head
Now i'm on some hellhound shit
Till the day i'm dead
Schedule 1 drugs in my system
I make my own
night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin
On the top floor, from my penthouse
I survey what I rule
High rises
Thin curtains
All lights go out by two
No one ever sees me
Yet I know all of you
One two
Get behind the walls of new Roma, want to buy the farm
But the land's not yours to own?
Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy
a nigga do things
She just want to be my shorty, be my boo thang
Now my money real tall, look like 2 Chainz
Mood swing, mood change like a mood ring, nigga
bag
From ti to young jeezy
2 Chainz to gucci
To wockflocka to outcast
To ludacris from goody mob
To boww from big meech
To doing big in the streetz
yo mouth
Where the cash at? That's how I roll
Drugs get sold but never hold shit
Malice face two-five to life
But never told shit
It's like that, love
behind
My drugs
My sins
My pride
Just to have you
By my side
And I don't even know if I can do it
But I can try to forget it
One last time
I'll try
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