[Hook: Dave East] I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam 20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan
[Verse 1: Dave East] On the sixth floor, right in the 'jects, writing my best Wishing I was on my fifth tour, got some work I can click off Learned how to stack good I just want that Beamer same color as a Backwood (dark brown) Still empty, I'm that hood Used to do the chicken spot, now it's Benihana lunch Rolled with some older niggas that'll tie your mama up Oyster perpetual for the Rollie, kept it diamond cut Bottom nigga climbing up off sour, you can find me stuck Bark shot, bring me right back, niggas'll line you up Pull up in some shit you never seen so I ain't gotta rush Zoom by, kush on my left, pills on my right Kept the white right in the middle like moon pies, I'm too high They think they riding till they goons die My youngn' ask you what your shoe size Then probably let a few fly I'm in Miami with a Mu-ma Tryna win the Grammy off of Grandz & Buda I want the moolah, ha
[Hook: Dave East] I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam 20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan
[Verse 2: Cam'ron] Not again, look he dropping the drop again I can go Margielas, Jordans, Timberlands, Moccasin Your raggedy guns, don't even acknowledge 'em Them old Eagles, nigga fuck is you Donovan? My connect, I swear remain anonymous And that's on everything, never name my accomplices In all honestness (honestness) They the real reason for all my accomplishments See that car ain't from rap, heron sponsored it Look we could bond a bit Can't tell you everything though, believe it's mobster shit Gats busting, that's nothing, bag up something Niggas ran off with work, that lead to casket stuffing Murder 1, homicide, it's that disgusting Pulled the hammer on me, I said "fag you bluffing" From Lennox Ave to Killa 1st I get skrilla, yeah Killa I'm still in first
[Hook: Dave East] I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam 20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan
[Outro] Get a tan Do Miami nigga Bahamas, Cuba, Antigua, Venezuela We outta here Beach Life my niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
