Curren$y, Tommy Wright III, Jim Jones and Harry Fraud - Marcus Camby
(Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)(La música de Harry Fraud)
Yeah (never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
Briefcase, backseat, paper, tape to the free
From her titties to her feet, just gotta get her to the plane
And then we obligation free
Nervous still, behind the iron curtain as I like the kill
Before I take the stage, start a rage when I speak, 512 Ferar'
Man with transmission still bought it, I don't drive it
Just look at that motherfucka Arimona
Perhaps a birthday gift to one of the homies
But he done bought himself one by now if he really want it
'Cause we hustlers, we don't wait for nothin'
While them other fools be frontin'
The dealer calls to inform us what they got comin'
Just in case we want somethin', my bitch been chillin' lately
So perhaps a cabriolet Mercedes, maybe not
Perhaps a Rolex with the box
While them other suckas shop at the pawn shop for jewelry
The block is hot
It's ice cold at my house, nigga, I'm coolin'
(Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
(Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Capo, I'm just tellin' my truth
Nigga, I ain't the type to cop the loafers (gimme a pair of airs)
I'm gettin' real money, nigga, I can brag with the bolsters
I'm puttin' champagne flutes on the top of Versace coasters (cheers, nigga)
I got bread for the lawyers if my niggas get knocked by the toasters
We was takin' trips to Miami just to get that Miami price
Don't get knocked by the Crockett and Tubbs just like his Miami Vice
If you diddle the plug, he might hit you with that family price
I was gettin' them nicks off in New York just got the can be price
The market value at the time was like 23 a gram
And the fiends knew you had the butter as soon as they got to see the tan
We was takin' trips out of town, we started with that Peter Pan
Yankee fitted on, now I was lookin' like a Derrick Jeter fan
Now we on cigarette boats blowin' blunts on 'em
Private docks in Miami just before we jump on 'em
Playin' Jane Offshore Audemars with the little bumps on 'em
F&N stuffed up in the cooler in case we gotta dump on 'em
(Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
(Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Written by:
Shante Scott Franklin, Rory William Quigley
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