S/Sam Lachow/Illegal ft. John Martin & Ryan Campbell
[Verse 1: Sam Lachow] You shot me up in your dream last night You wonder if in real life you woulda won that fight Ya shot guns, guns, shoulda shot more guns If you were wide awake would that have been a lot more fun? Well I'm just rappin' 'bout the money well seein' what money brings Laughin' at the funny rappers doin' funny things Blah blah blah shoulda made the right choice I'm gettin' head screamin' "I'm a gangster-ass white boy!" And I don't even think she likes boys This sex is on fire, how the fuck is this legal? I'm gettin' even higher I'm flyin' with the seagulls This head is unreal (how the fuck is this legal?)
[Chorus: Ryan Campbell] Look I walk in any spot watch the swag leak off me I'm so dope you could bag the leaves off me Bag, bag the leaves, bag the leaves off me I walk in any spot (how the fuck is this legal?)
[Verse 2: Ryan Campbell] Look I know I've had some thoughts and dreams you prolly think you've had But I wonder in real life if you'da took that chance I need funds, funds, hundreds n' thousands Fuck it I'm done scroungin' the [?] Don't matter who you are in the end, 'cause time gets you So while I'm in this life I stay cleaner than five whistles Trust we on the way, we ain't goin' any place Bartender 86th, but we goin' anyways Keep it wavy in the seat, that's[?] my weed smokin' look Come on man, you'da me, it's like clico[?] to cooks I be on, two or three, see we hit 'em like jugs While my cup's lookin' chilly zig zag's lookin' kush
[Chorus: Ryan Campbell] Look I walk in any spot watch the swag leak off me I'm so dope you could bag the leaves off me Bag, bag the leaves, bag the leaves off me I walk in any spot (how the fuck is this legal?)
{Verse 3: Sam Lachow] I'm hoppin' on the L to Brooklyn so I can slobber on some L's in Brooklyn I'm the man out here (uh huh) Where's twenty foot gram out here I got the hookups so the dojo come from California Yo who the fuck brought you here? Matter fact, the truth is, I'm new here Shag pone swag I thought you knew this They tellin' me to be more politically correct But I love rap yah rap's about smokin' and oral sex Dude ya lady's hella crazy after all I took her out just for fun but without her I'm better off She put her number in my phone but I forgot, never called And then she found me weeks later trippin' out at Webster Hall
[Chorus: Ryan Campbell] Look I walk in any spot watch the swag leak off me I'm so dope you could bag the leaves off me Bag, bag the leaves, bag the leaves off me I walk in any spot (how the fuck is this legal?)
[Verse 4: John Martin] Drums, drums, I beat on drums I'm a giant here I come, fee, fi, fo, fum I don't wanna here a hum, better bite yo tongue I'll eat a beet, and a whole microphone, yum I'm spittin' nothin' but venom I'm a head above like a center I'm Ricky Bobby the winner and baby Jesus at dinner You intermediate flow to hit me you gotta get lessons On next, gold necklace jump to kiro[?] calisthenics I enter into a room I'm the life of it 'til I exit The record hittin' the needle they bouncin' just like my checks is My F-L-O-W row[?] without the protection I'm keepin' it ninety plus and then I wrecked it You breastfed, baby
[Chorus: Ryan Campbell] Look I walk in any spot watch the swag leak off me I'm so dope you could bag the leaves off me Bag, bag the leaves, bag the leaves off me I walk in any spot (how the fuck is this legal?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
