Besedila: Curren$y. Weekend At Bernie's. #JETSGO.
(Background Ad-Libs)
Yea. yea..yea
Aint nothing... to the next life
Fool aint nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it ..
(First verse)
Uhhh..
Never will it stop
Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
Thats how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring them withcha
(Chorus)
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke,
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go
(Bridge)
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
(Second Verse)
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie
Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls
Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game CHUMP your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Save her
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations......
...Yea
Yea. yea..yea
Aint nothing... to the next life
Fool aint nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it ..
(First verse)
Uhhh..
Never will it stop
Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
Thats how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring them withcha
(Chorus)
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke,
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go
(Bridge)
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
(Second Verse)
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie
Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls
Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game CHUMP your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Save her
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations......
...Yea
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