[Verse 1: Curren$y] Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out N Red got back his beach cruiser I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray My eyes and my windows open halfway I'm livin in a matinee early See me tho fashionably late and you nervous Mad outta place You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate Fall in like rain Befriended and betrayed All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs And it was all good jus a week ago Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up When you shoulda been on yo toes Stay high Kill em with the flow These new, fresha than yo easter clothers I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in It goes down like nails if you frail Jet fuel Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food Alan from the sky foo
[Verse 2: Curren$y] 8: 50 Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers Mother natures cryin Harmonizin Homiide ridin on these tracks Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky Them niggas was lunchin Slippin Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! " My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga This here is a digital track (W) rap on these bitches On computers like laptop stickas Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin High velocity I'm high off broccoli In Cali with a license, got plants on property Watchin me Tryna copy me Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me" But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land Ain't that grand? I got pounds of weed and a plan To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin... Ah man Bad weather And that shelter won't help ya Sink, swim or swelter Temperature risin, so is the water level Where is u niggas hidinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
