G Herbo – Death Row Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh (DY Krazy)
I’m in the A right now
I had to get the A vibe real quick, man
On foenem, back with D-Weezy, go

[Chorus]
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug like I’m Pac, though (Thug Life, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (Blaow)
When them times got hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch)

[Verse 1]
Herbo really quiet, I can’t lie ’bout my cheddar tho’ (Uh)
Really was outside on the nine with Berettas, oh
No bap, I ain’t lyin’, I got five on my schedule
So if I text “Outside”, come outside how I tell her (Bitch)
I ain’t regular, I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollar sweaters, bitches love me like Coachella
Tell her give me some
I respect you don’t address me like I’m anyone (Swear)
Bitch is messy thick, she there, she got her titties done (Titties done)
Oh, she a dime in her city, huh? (Huh)
She like lemon lime with her Henny, huh?
You ain’t choosin’ niggas, you get diamonds from any em’
‘Round the way girl, I can line up with twenty ’em
But that ho so fine, it don’t make me nothin’
Broski tried to smash, she ain’t give him nothin’
Still gotta slide in my ride with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can’t have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real), nigga

[Chorus]
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug like I’m Pac, though
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (That’s what it is)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Let it blow)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule

[Verse 2]
All that dumb shit I did really wasn’t worth it, though (Huh)
Don’t define me by my past, ain’t nobody perfect, though (Ain’t nobody)
I wasn’t thinking ’bout the consequences, it was workin’, though (It was workin’)
I jump head first in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin’, though (Ayy, ayy)
Who you workin’ for? (Who you workin’ for?) Tell me what you lurkin’ for? (Yeah)
He just gettin’ money, what you gotta murk him for? (f**k nigga)
Seein’ niggas fakin’, that shit irkin’, though (That shit irkin’)
But I’ma pull up on ’em when it’s perfect, though (Shh)
I can tell you what I’m worth, or you can search it, though
Hands greasy by that chicken like I’m Churches, though (Nigga)
City bad but my block was like the worstest, though (Like the worstest)
I can’t lie I took my Glock inside the church before (No bap)
Summertime like the hood havin’ curses (Havin’ curses)
I ain’t never lied in my verses (Never)
I ain’t never lied when I’m merchin’ it
Couple opps ain’t survive out them surgeries, uh

[Chorus]
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug like I’m Pac, though (I’m Pac, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (For that Glock, nigga)
When them times got hard, I was sellin’ coke (Uh)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (Swear)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (G Herbo)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Uh)

Danju – Tag 1 Lyrics

[Songtext zu „TAG 1“]

[Hook]
Wir rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen aber sag, wohin? (wohin?)
Wir denken, denken, denken, denken, denken, macht das alles Sinn?
Ooh, Gott, steh mir bei (oh), Gott, steh mir bei (oh, Gott, steh mir bei)
Ey, ey (brrt)
Wir rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen, sag, wohin? (brrt)
Wenn sie keiner hör’n will, wer kann mir dann sagen, was die Wahrheit bringt?
Gibt es Falsch und Richtig, gibt es Gut und Böse, was [?] als Kind (Kind)
Du willst was verändern, beginn bei dir selber, sonst macht’s gar kein’n Sinn (ja)

[Part]
Am offenen Herzen OP (okay)
Ursache: Lösung Problem (okay)
Das Große, das Ganze, der Weg
Ich prädige, bin kein Prophet
Brauche dafür kein Okay (ey)
Will dafür keine Trophä’n (ey)
Brauche kein Zeugnis, kein Stempel
Mein Körper für immer ein Tempel (hey)
Kein Raum für den Teufel (hey), sag mir, was das bedeutet
Kein Raum für den Teufel, sag mir, was das bedeutet
Viel leichter seh’n wir, was leuchtet (ja)
Tut gut, das ganze, ohne Zeugen (ohne)
[?] keine Fäuste (brrt)
Mach’ Freunde und keine Beute (ja)
Sag mir, wer da ist, wenn in deinem Leben heut alles zerbricht
Wenn das letzte Lichtlein, das für dich noch leuchtet dann plötzlich erlischt
Ich kann’s dir nicht sagen, weiß nicht, wie’s sich anfühlt, ich kann nur vermuten (vermuten)
Da blickst du nach oben, da willst du ‘ne Antwort, beginnst dann, zu suchen
Das scheiß Geld ist ‘n Fick Wert, trotzdem macht es uns zu Tätern
Nein, verdammt, es ist nicht schwer, nur du selbst bist dein Gegner
Warte nicht, bis das Para kommt, du hast in dir Liebe, gib was ab davon
Die Rückkehr des Königs, Aragon, ich bin immer noch auf diesem Marathon, du weißt

[Outro]
Alle auf Thug Life, fast wie im Dschungel
Zurück zu Tag 1, ich muss in Dschungel
Alle auf Thug Life, fast wie im Dschungel
Zurück zu Tag 1, ich muss in Dschungel
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss in Dschungel (ey)
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss in Dschungel (ey)
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss in Dschungel (ey)
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss— (ey, ey, ja)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf, ey)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf)

Pablo Skywalkin – Fast Money Lyrics

Pooh you a fool for this one
Beat Gang

[Verse 1]
I count money when I f**king wait
525 for the hat, that’s a f**king snake
Everybody in the squad eat, on a f**king plate
One thing a n**** never be, shit is f**king fake
And imma flex on them n****s, shit who say I can’t
All this f**king money in my pocket like a f**king bank
This a f**king foreign, 93 go in the f**king tank
Mama told me chill
Crib reeking all that f**king stank
N**** you ain’t never grind you ain’t never hustle
Skinny ass n**** I be buffed up like I got the muscle
In the club 50 deep and them goons will rush you
In the club 50 deep and them boys will bust you
I’m so tired of n****s dissing on they f**king song
N****s mad that I’m flexing they money ain’t long
N****s mad that I’m flexing with this f**king life
Take your bitch to Benihana, say she just love eating rice
I don’t give a f**k cause this that life I f**king chose
N****s get your bitch
Cause this Rich Lo, I’m known for dogging hoes
In Neiman Marcus or at Sax, shit I’m coping clothes
Damn all this jewlery on my body got a n**** froze
Im getting chose in that Beamer or that f**king Rove
I just stunted on a n**** that’s the way it goes
1,200 for the shoes, them expensive toes
And your bitch, she taking pictures let me hit a pose

[Hook]
Fast money
Cash money
N**** you can’t flex with your last money
f**k a bitch and make her leave, she say I act funny
Try to eat and end up like that last dummy
2x

[Verse 2]
I’m so tired of n****s talking all that shit they got
Boy that whip old as hell, it ain’t off that lot
I’m so blowed in this bitch I think I lost my top
Tatted up I’m screaming “Thug Life” shit I feel like Pac
On that dirtbike doing my thing shit I feel like Joc
If a n**** try to eat, then he getting shot
Five bands on your head then you gettin got
N****s all in your bushes and they hit your block
I be cashin, I be cashin til I’m cashin out
Damn I’m so blowed pouring 4’s damn near passed out
f**k a bitch and all her friends, she tell me that I act out
Told that bitch to bend it over, damn near blew her back out
N**** say he winning got no money, whip a stack out
Boy you ain’t no jacker shit I’m johnny, who you jack now?
Whip that f**king Mag out, make that n**** back down
Bitches got excited at the table, brought them crabs out

[Hook]

Neutro Shorty – Soy Yo Lyrics

[Letra de “Soy Yo”]

[Intro]
Thug Life
Motherf**ker, yeah!
Trap Money
Los Vatos, Inc
La Fratenidad
Neutro Shorty
King Roker, el mente loca
Jhei F

[Verso 1]
Estos estúpidos creen que no van a perder la vida (vida, vida)
Tengo unos secuaces boletas que tienen instinto homicida (mmm)
Así es una panza, te lanzas, pues trabajas con policías
A nadie yo le doy la mano, no creo ni en mí en estos días

[Verso 2]
No hables por el agujero, no
Respeta a los tipos primero, yeah
¿Creen que porque soy rapero voy a tener miedo pa’ darte coquero? (brrrr)
No importa si soy artista
Te veo en la pista y llórenlo por ñero
Hasta pajuo’ saliste (sapo)
Tus padres sus lucas perdieron (skrt)

¿No te da vergüenza, bobo?
Hablando estupideces ya después de viejo (yeh)
Todo el que esté junto a ti, por mí puede mamarme el güevo (oh)
Soy OG, smoke some weed
Como un f**kin’ alien me elevo (ah)
Tú no sabe na’ de trampa, gallo
Corres como liebre cuando llego (run, run, run)

[Verso 3]
Yo no soy ILLUMINATI
No di mi alma, me quieren de gratis
Clóset lleno de Versace (prrrr)
Qué bonitas mis Huaraches (damn)
No creas que porque eres linda
Yo voy a jalarte bolas pa’ que tires (fea)
Tengo otras más en la lista (yeah)
Creo que mejor es que te pires (skrt)

Gastando miles y miles (miles)
En putas, monte, proyectiles
No creo que lo asimiles
Los viernes le compro 20 gramos al dealer
Dejo que se la vacilen
Bajo la cama tengo 2 misiles (skrt)
Esto es prohibido pa’ menores
No quiero que los niños se descarrilen (no)

[Pre-Coro]
Sé que la muerte es eterna
Pero tu cara es tan tierna (yeah)
Que me sabe a mierda la muerte
Tengo un Halls de menta, así que abre las piernas
Yo bebo como mi papá lo hacía
Y me desplazo en moto, qué maña la mía (yeah)
Me hago el pobre pa’ que no me pidan real (yeah)
Porque hay amistad hasta que toca pagar (skrt, skrt)

[Coro]
Todo el que no me quería en esos viejos días, hoy apareció (ah)
Llaman porque ahora soy yo (yeah)
Saludan porque ahora soy yo (yeah)
¿Por qué si antes me decías feo, ahora dices que te provocó? (fea)
¿Es porque ahora soy yo? (fea)
Mámalo, que ahora soy yo (yeah)

A mí nunca me ayudaron
Casi todo el mundo me subestimó (yeah)
Llaman porque ahora soy yo (yeah)
Critican porque ahora soy yo (ahora soy yo)
Respeto a mis hermanitos
Que siempre estuvieron, bendícelos Dios (bless it)
Lléguense, que ahora soy yo
Llamen y pidan, que ahora soy yo

[Verso 4]
Tú te quisiste batir una conmigo
Que no te gustaba que fuéramos amigos
En el fondo yo sabía que si real no había
Tú no follarías y fracasaría
Por más que eras súper sexy (yes)
Yo no era ningún imbécil (no)
Tú te batiste tu Pepsi y me escribiste después de los Pepsi

[Verso 5]
“Hola Lio, wow, si has cambiao’
“Orgullosa” de todo lo que has lograo’
Tiempo sin verte pero te he escuchao’
Se nota lo duro que has trabajao’
Ese es mi número, me escribes, listo
Por cierto quedó súper bien tu disco
Me gusta más la que tienes con Sixto” (ok)
“Cállate, puta, que te dejo en visto”

[Verso 6]
Siendo tú, no insisto
No creo que estés listo para ver cómo el mundo conquisto
En la calle rumoran que estoy invicto
El Diablo es famoso y el mejor es Cristo (skrt)
Nunca tendieron su mano
Y tampoco se la pedí a estos fulanos
Que ahora me llaman diciéndome “hermano”
Yo sigo igual, los tiempos cambiaron

[Outro]
Hear me, oh, Lord
Déjame estar solo (solo)
Yo no quiero amigos nuevos, mejor quiero oro (oro)
Fortuner, asiento en cuero, mi camisa e’ Polo (yeah, yeah)
Una Glock pintada y otra weed del color de Piccolo (skrt)

[Coro]
Todo el que no me quería en esos viejos días, hoy apareció (ah)
Llaman porque ahora soy yo (yeah)
Saludan porque ahora soy yo (yeah)
¿Por qué si antes me decías feo, ahora dices que te provocó? (fea)
¿Es porque ahora soy yo? (fea)
Mámalo, que ahora soy yo (yeah)

A mí nunca me ayudaron
Casi todo el mundo me subestimó (yeah)
Llaman porque ahora soy yo (yeah)
Critican porque ahora soy yo (ahora soy yo)
Respeto a mis hermanitos
Que siempre estuvieron, bendícelos Dios (bless it)
Lléguense, que ahora soy yo
Llamen y pidan, que ahora soy yo

[Final]
Ah, Dios bendiga a todos los serios
Dios bendiga a los míos
Dios bendiga a los que día a día
Me hacen ser quien soy
Neutro Shorty
Bleak Billy, mano, jaja, el mente loca (yeah)
¿Crees que porque soy rapero voy a tener miedo pa’ darte coquero?
Nunca (jajaja)
Neutro Shorty, represent Artigas city
¡Jhei F en el beat!
Young side, motherf**ker
Thug Life
Jhei F
Sé bestial, jajaja

2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?

2Pac – Lie To Kick It (feat. Richie Rich) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It’s all good.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]

Jack of all trades ballin’ like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can’t
do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You’s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you’s an old basehead kickin’ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you’d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
y’all don’t hear me
I got these niggas yackin’ in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that’s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
Hey it’s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ Fuck That Bitch!

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin’ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I’ll stay out of yours
It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin’ Fuck yo’ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5]

2Pac – Fuck All Yall (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

‘Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:

Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all

Money gone f*** friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherf***in’ cops be on me
I got problems ain’t nobody calling back
Now what the f*** is happenin’ with my ballin’ cats
Remember me I’m ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin’ Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in’ cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid and we still was broke
It took time, but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes
It’s like scavengers waitin’ to take a hustler’s place
And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can’t be trusted f*** y’all

F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all

I’m sippin’ Tanqueray and juice and what’s the use
Cause I’m a hopeless thug
Ain’t no love reminiscing on how close we was
Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
And hey how much money can you stack in a day
It’s gettin’ rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrow
I know it’s gettin’ crazy after dark
These marks keep on huffin’ and puffin’
Ain’t no fear in my heart
What’s going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin’ chocolate Thai
In 94 I’ll be going solo
Too many problems of my own so I’m rollin’ dolo
F*** all y’all

F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all

I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I’m seein’ death around the corner
I’m bumpin’ Gloria doin’ 90 ’cause I wanna
I’m getting high and like I said it was some chocolate Thai
Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
F*** the law give a s*** I’m even worse than before
I know they wanna see a n**** buried
But I ain’t worried still throwing these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey n**** what the f*** is you wailin’ ’bout
Soon as I hit the cell I’ll be bailin’ out
And when I hit the streets I’m in a rush to ball
I’m screaming Thug Life n**** f*** y’all

Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all

Omega Crosby – Till We Gone lyrics

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 1]
In the MGM on my deathrow shit
MC Hammer but I don’t wanna go broke shit
I’ve seen it all like I lived twice
Fingers thru the sunroof, Thug Life

Hollywood, Paparazi’s straight star struck
I got bitches waitin on me like the mail truck
Its the land of the free but we feel cuffed
Loyal to the game even when it feel rough

Modesto California, i live it by the second
Everyone want the 411 no, april eleven
All i want is the bread like a toaster
Life ain’t fair but its full of rollercoasters

How we gon make it through if yo brain on quit
How you burnin my desire if that flame ain’t lit
How we gon make it even if that cake don’t split
Gotta put it all together if that piece don’t fit

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 2]
Life ain’t no vaycay but them hoes gon trip
New faces new places its the same old shit
I got an uncle in county, I got a cousin in state
Rest in peace Real but which one of us fake

I hear more talk then cell phones
I’ma count this paper like my nails long
My name could be right and I’m still wrong
I keep my Jesus piece till all the sin is gone

I got attitude like I’m Ruthless
I’m in that oldschool like I’m youthless
You ain’t even know how this shit ends
I stay in these bitches heads like split ends

My nigga Mak got a Tec, my nigga Tek gotta Mac
All the cases and fees they ain’t neva comin back
Modo two oh, nine, yea I put on like jeezy
This ones for them young ones who know livin life ain’t easy

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice