Lyrics:
Luis Figo
I'm just following dreams up on a speedboat
On a wave no bad mind vibes
I ain't got no time I got Champagne Skies
I just bide my time by
in your ride, the DJ decides
To play it on the radio
The A side
He gives it a try
But never really gives it a try
And the people request the best
your ride, the DJ decides
To play it on the radio
The a side
He gives it a try
But never gives it a try
And the people request the best
On the b
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
when I cop my ride (bow, bow, bow)
That's why the opps them just wanna take my life
Before the music, had to put a shift in
Made Lambo money from
rolling blunts in the back
I'm just going to tell it like it is, ex military never ever been a scary nigga staying on my biz
On the grind is how I live is
blood in my veins
I'm playing with my grave
Doing cocaine ketamine
Calvin klein
Calvin klein
Damn your bitch looks good in calvin klein
I be sniffing
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
on the radio
In the back of a taxi cab in Brooklyn
Oh, no, no, the sun could rise
Burning all the street lamps out at 3 AM
So, DJ, play it again
Until
suspended
Got a letter for your parents but I didn't want to send it
I stopped by the crib you invited me in
You convinced me somehow to sip some juice
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
got dope dick bitch I'm B.G
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Got a bitch up in the bed gon' make it squirt and touch the TV
Skrrt
me big gun pissy
When it comes to these bitches man I'm dirtyer then the south is
Squirtin in your mouth bitch!
Yeah back curtin yeah back
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
wish it was heaven right now
[Verse 1]
Imma' break bad chilling f a Maybach
Laid back tell all these other rappers this is payback
In a cocaine Rolls
It's the E, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The E I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse,
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
Ayo, Tom Brown sale surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you
the reason the DJ's half hearted
You're a dark bastard
Hit his wife years in the past
Gotta blast it
I don't lie I just spit bare facts
I'ma merk Will
Like
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
the world couldn't do it
Party people had to wait to see
The DJ's go forth and back
We used to rock off these break beats
Way before they called it rap
of my dreams
Player now listen lotta blacks locked down
But comin' back around in '96
All I gots is my six
My track crew and my mother
Make these police
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