For all of the bitches I might ake home Spray my shirt down Dolce and Gabbana cologne Comin' down like my homeboys from Houston Got my celly on silent I'm ignoring my phone Diamond Diamonds in my band cuz that's right where they belong Like a trumpet or some symbols or a set of trombones Yo bitch chose to rome in the Spitta zone Now you drunk watching E.T. wishin' she phone home But deep in ya heart you knowin' she won't cuz I'm a different type of nigga and that's just what she want Ground breakin' Dr. J's first dunk Stealing bases Willie Mays I'm gone Can't play the backfield no more I just don't Think that's where I belong I do better on my own Swag crucial honestly it gotta be Cuz niggas that you listenin' to probably stole they style from me Bitter never I come up with something better Have to catch an elevator all the way up to my level Playing Metal Gear Solid On a Playstation 3 for 6 hours My girl in the bedroom asleep, but I'm not tired I would call over a couple of my partners But them niggas loud they don't know how to be quite Shawty gone wake up and come up in here wildin' Hollerin'..like Keysha did Tommy If you ain't seen Bailey you don't know nothing about it What else could you tell me, but my flow so polished Took it up a notch with the rhymin' Try to bury Spitta in the grave at the bottom Climbed up out it Knock you in the same hole and stand on top it Consistent flow Curren$y the high Spitta stay so on topic Other niggas lost they need to see the Golden Compass Brother I'm a boss like Ross Spitta nigga hot like sauce At the AND1 game breakin' motha fuckas off I had a good job I thought But I couldn't get along with the people in charge I grabbed my time card punched out I'm off Soft spoken, but a nigga not soft Not at all Real nigga stand tall for something Make sure I don't fall for nothing In this game it's pain for the up and coming No handouts cuz niggas don't owe you nothing Gotta do it for Dolo Flashbacks to the conversations that took place between Face and Manolo The World chico and everything in it If I said it I meant it I get it I spend it Comfotable livin' till the motha fuckin' finish If I'm in it then you know it's not tinted If I'm in it then you know it got a nice engine You could be a mile away and still hear it That's classic American Muscle Stole my bitches numbers and an Ipod Shuffle I call her over to cut her you call her over to cuddle Knock yaself out boy you can'y knock my hustle I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks Labels offerin checks for a million bucks Ask Roddy if he thought a million was enough He said yes cuz he could hit the streets and triple it up
[Chorus (3X)] I'm a member of a Fly Society Styles I got several varieties As a child this guy memorized Scarface in its entirety The 80s drug era inspried me That's why I dress how I dress Walk how I Walk That's why I rep what I rep Talk how I Talk Two rope chains both of em gold I gotta swagga like I just came home woahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.