'Guernsey' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

The Hospital (1971)

Taglines:

Madness, Murder and Malpractice.
Watch them operate!
I may be crazy, but I think I've operated on the wrong patient.
Behind the lab coat beats the heart of a man who's been pushed to the edge.

Quotes:

Edmund Drummond: So at 9:15 this morning I rang for my nurse...::Bock: Rang for your nurse?::Edmund Drummond: To ensure one full hour of uninterrupted privacy.::Bock: Good.

Herbert Bock: I mean, where do you train your nurses, Mrs. Christie - Dachau?

Herbert Bock: Now what in hell am I going to tell this boy Schaefer's parents? That a substitute nurse assassinated him because she couldn't tell the doctors from the patients on the floor?

Herbert Bock: We've established the most enormous medical entity ever conceived... and people are sicker than ever. We cure nothing! We heal nothing!

Herbert Bock: You know, when I say impotent, I don't mean merely limp. When I say impotent, I mean I've lost even my desire to work. That's a hell of a lot more primal passion than sex. I've lost my reason for being... my purpose. The only thing I ever truly loved.

Edmund Drummond: I am the fool for Christ, and Paraclete of Caborca.

Barbara: I have a thing about middle-aged men.::Bock: I admire your candor.::Barbara: You've been admiring a lot more than that.

Barbara: It's hard for me to take your despair very seriously, Doctor. You obviously enjoy it so much.

Herbert Bock: It is all rubbish isn't it. I mean... transplants, anti-bodies, we can produce birth ectogenetically, we can clone people like carrots, and half the kids in this ghetto haven't been inoculated for polio. We have established an enormous medical entity and we're sicker than ever. We cure nothing! We heal, nothing! The whole goddamn wretched world, strangulating in front of our eyes.

Edmund Drummond: This is Dr. Ives. He's in the Nephrology Lab. I was in there a little while ago, and he was suddenly taken ill, and I thought I'd better get him over here right away. He had at that time perhaps an hour to live. Prompt treatment would have saved his life. As a staff doctor, he was seen without preliminaries... His vital signs were taken, an electrocardiogram... which revealed occasional ventricular premature contractions. An intern took his history... and then he was promptly... simply... forgotten to death.

Actors Frances Sternhagen (actress), Diana Rigg (actress), Katherine Helmond (actress), Tracey Walter (actor), Barnard Hughes (actor), Arthur Hiller (director), Stephen Elliott (actor), Stockard Channing (actress), Sab Shimono (actor), George C. Scott (actor), Dennis Dugan (actor), Christopher Guest (actor), Richard Dysart (actor), Don Record (miscellaneous crew), Robert Walden (actor),

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  Smoke Breakshow lyrics

  Smoke Break

  Featuring: Curren$y
  You should be rolling up by now
  Locate your lighters
  It's prime time
  It's mister go left from the bitch
  Who can't find her right mind
  I'm squeaking past a yellow light
  Doin 65, hope that wasn't one of them camera joints
  Traffic eyes in the sky
  I'm kind of high
  What you done twisted
  I'm used to that killer shit
  So I maintain my pimping
  While you're over high and slizzered
  And I'm laughin at you slipping
  And your bitch feeling disgusted and miserable
  She is like why is she even here with you
  I'm puttin air in my inner tubes
  Black mags on my Haro hanging from the wall
  The allure of my home decor
  Got these girls tripping
  And frequently speaking of return visits
  A time machine my lyrics
  The same things for my garage dawg
  You see what I just put in it
  We try'n to compete with them Nascars
  You noticing that the stylin got switched up
  Cause the last one got bit up
  Yeah lil homie y'all can get down
  But I bet y'all can't keep up
  This Jet Life ain't for everybody
  This shit is reserved for us
  Yeah lil homie y'all can get down
  But I bet y'all can't keep up
  The stylin got switched up
  Cause the last one got bit up
  Yeah lil homie y'all can get down
  But I bet y'all can't keep up
  Yeah lil homie y'all can get down

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  Rain Delayshow lyrics

  Rain Delay

  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers
  To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out
  N Red got back his beach cruiser
  I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay
  This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
  My eyes and my windows open halfway
  I'm livin in a matinee early
  See me tho fashionably late and you nervous
  Mad outta place
  You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face
  And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake
  And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate
  Fall in like rain
  Befriended and betrayed
  All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs
  And it was all good jus a week ago
  Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up
  When you shoulda been on yo toes
  Stay high
  Kill em with the flow
  These new, fresha than yo easter clothers
  I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own
  So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes
  Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs
  Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone
  Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in
  It goes down like nails if you frail
  Jet fuel
  Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube
  Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food
  Alan from the sky foo
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  8: 50
  Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers
  Mother natures cryin
  Harmonizin
  Homiide ridin on these tracks
  Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky
  Them niggas was lunchin
  Slippin
  Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "
  My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga
  This here is a digital track
  (W) rap on these bitches
  On computers like laptop stickas
  Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin
  Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin
  High velocity
  I'm high off broccoli
  In Cali with a license, got plants on property
  Watchin me
  Tryna copy me
  Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"
  But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants
  His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land
  Ain't that grand?
  I got pounds of weed and a plan
  To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...
  Ah man
  Bad weather
  And that shelter won't help ya
  Sink, swim or swelter
  Temperature risin, so is the water level

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  The Typeshow lyrics

  The Type

  Let the little homies kick you in the... shop
  As long as... keep his mouth shot.
  Same way I came up, all my triple...
  Nice guys surrounded by wolves...
  That's why our game is cool!
  ... try to duplicate it and make two,
  All you do is make fool of yourself,
  ... trying to get close to the...
  But it will never be the sight for bad rookie pattern.
  That's why I sit...
  Damn bitch, chains give her...
  I'm at the window sky watching,
  Planning as usual, that's what I'm doing when I quiet,
  I can't remember... but she had that...
  That other night... and I thank her for that.
  ... try to fuck her this morning.
  Chorus:
  We boss rap, like we boss these...
  We're the type of people that don't berry the ax,
  Hold up!
  We boss rap, like we...
  We're the type of people counting this money...
  We boss rap, like we boss these...
  We're the type of people that don't berry the hatch!
  Hold up!
  We boss raps, like we boss this...
  We're the type of people shutting this engine...
  Fucking this delightful shooting stars,
  Gotta move smooth, can't get caught,
  Sleep one day don't wanna see me fall.
  Take my punches like a true, but take my losses like a...
  Come with the territory, take the good with the bad!
  ... when they land so be it,
  Anything is not contingent,
  Sometimes we risk our life, sometimes we risk our love,
  Our money and our freedom, that bullshit could feed it...
  We manipulate naive dummies, we beat you on the head,
  This game we'd be running sometime,
  But most of the time, we don't play
  They can't figure us out,
  We like it that way,...
  ... put him down trying to get him, amen for the self,
  A woman... we're the type of people that could find you,
  Find you!
  Chorus:
  We boss rap, like we boss these...
  We're the type of people that don't berry the ax,
  Hold up!
  We boss rap, like we...
  We're the type of people counting this money...
  We boss rap, like we boss these...
  We're the type of people that don't berry the hatch!
  Hold up!
  We boss raps, like we boss this...

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  Smoke Sumthin (remix)show lyrics

  Smoke Sumthin (remix)

  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
  But I ain't steppin on the stage until they count up all my cash flow
  Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
  Want to be left along, again at home, listenin' to Soulja Slim
  I spread that dough out, rolling pins slice it up
  With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm grinding
  Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
  Out c'here stay poppin up at the red carpet
  In my green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
  "Hi there! " I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
  We pull up on the set, tattoo calligarphy letter Jets love
  And respect, we passing you the fuck up
  And passing you none of my bud that's why you standing round us bruh!
  Oh you accounted for, who brung you? You don't speak the code bro
  You slick tone and hung you
  You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
  I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat
  Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild hungry fool
  Shut the door so they don't see us, light a joint or two...
  [Hook:]
  Got stopped in the mall the other day
  I heard a call from the other way
  Where I just came from, some nigga was saying som'n
  Talking about smoking some'n
  Stopped in the mall the other day
  I heard a call from the other way
  Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
  Talking about smoking something...
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Let me go like me wanted for all my trouble
  I'm chillin with this bitch who think we make the perfect couple
  But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles
  It's me that's who? I put this shit together like puzzles
  I'm puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame?
  You're coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue
  I'm about to change my name from "Dwayne" to "Deranged"
  To be a billionaire I got a shot like Danny Ainge
  My gang wear red, your bitch an air head
  But I still break her off like a fuckin chair leg
  It's Tunechi, ya heard me?
  You don't deserve me. Swag so sick
  So injury reserve me.
  I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
  But knowing me, I'll prolly ollie up the curb
  Then grind down the rail only with my tail
  Pause...
  [Hook:]
  Got stopped in the mall the other day
  I heard a call from the other way
  Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
  Talking about smoking something...
  Got stopped in the mall the other day
  I heard a call from the other way
  Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
  Talking about smoking something...
  [Lil Wayne:]
  Bitch, you ain't putting on
  Smoke something?
  I remember when you couldn't even smoke shit
  Couldn't stay focused

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  Sail Onshow lyrics

  Sail On

  [Verse 1: Young Chris]
  (Chyeah, yeah, uh-huh)
  Gunna! (Sail on!)
  Shit was all good while it lasted
  But I can't keep on? flowing?
  As long as the fiends keep on itchin'
  Nigga, the grams keep on sellin'
  (That's right!)
  Bottom of the roost
  From the heart of North Philly
  To the top of Hollywood
  Model bitches, Cali-good
  I got something that they need
  That they want
  I'm the supplier, shorty
  Low numbers on them pretty bitches
  And it's FIRE!
  Ghetto be my prior
  I be the one that they admire
  Home of the flier
  I gotta become a retire
  It's a rap!
  I got it from here
  Yes I solemnly swear
  This is a global introduction, a hottest premiere
  Been the fuzziest year
  Staring out of my rear
  Fuck the pussy police!
  We got shotties to air
  Never dead body, a pair
  Paid a pussies a visit
  Never mind being tense
  Never fuck a statistic
  Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it
  It's just the code of this shit
  And we live it
  Curren$y kick it
  (Uh kick it)
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Yeah!
  One of the masters of the drug flow
  Anti-club dress code
  I just ignore those
  Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe
  Bankin' on the outside of the box like a barcode. (Sail on!)
  Like a seven-foot sinna
  Spitta don't gotta cross ova
  I just stay in the lane
  Show off dunks and hang
  From my goals obtained
  Planes boarded
  So I was already soarin'
  You smell it in my clothes
  Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren
  Spitta missin'
  You lookin' for him?
  Take a number nigga
  Never home
  Gotta call me on the yacht
  Floatin' out
  Bottles poppin' before I left the dock
  Who is that?
  In the Vinny Jack?
  Bumpin' super cat?
  XJ 12
  Soft top, retractable shell
  Parking near the boat launch in Paris
  Spending french bread
  Nigga croissants
  I got a flow that you can sail on
  Yeauh!
  [Hook: {Curren$y}]
  Sail on, Julia! (Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?)
  Without the fears of ghosts. (Wondering if they-)
  Sail on, Julia! (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.)
  Without the fears of ghosts. (From the mansion to the yacht deck.)
  [Verse 3: Curren$y]
  (Uh)
  Spitta is chillin'
  Jeans, paper, denim
  Milk and Oreos with the double stuffed filling
  On the internet
  Ordering another engine
  For the lavender Chevy
  With the suede gray innards
  Seen niggas go insane trying to get it
  The thought process of a first place winna
  JETS nigga!
  We enter the dragon, got
  Bruce Lee in the go-yard
  My lethal kicks cause damage
  Vaca. Puff Sour Diesel in the hammy
  They hated on it
  Said that it could never happen
  I waited on em
  As my plan was bein mastered
  Have patience cause the best is the last laughin'
  Slashing, dancing, through my defenders
  No look passin'
  Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion
  And I'm
  New Orleans fliest
  Do rewind this
  The JETS get the highest
  (Uh)
  [Hook:]
  Sail on, Julia!
  Without the fears of ghosts
  Sail on, Julia!

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  Raps & Hustlesshow lyrics

  Raps & Hustles

  [Intro:]
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  I whip a Z06 fat on the Crescent City connection
  Tee tops off the roof, safety of the weapon
  Politics for politicians legislative reppin'
  Discussing buying property to make 'em feel my presence
  All over this bitch, the small world that it is
  Niggas is slipping and Spitta steady gaining position
  Buddy about his business, '08 in the brakes
  Lamborghini season we personalize the plates
  Looking down on the States from gulf streams away
  30, 000 feet like my last classic tape
  Cranberry splashes with bub in the glasses
  That's my Mimosa so we call it a fly Sosa
  Bitches long lashes, big titties and fat asses
  Bottoms up the same way I cut 'em when I smash 'em
  Play the cut with a orange streak striped jacket, uhh
  Mets fitted, my Pat Ewing's is vintage
  Buddy I'm a mad man so fly the image
  Holy Grail, many men failed tryna get it
  Hot Spitta is present, success is destined
  Read the same script as Will Smith, I Am Legend
  Ain't no messing with the set that I'm repping
  Jets fly high, drop fire where you steppin'
  Play the lowrider for the days of my West End
  That Impala dancing like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
  [Hook: Curren$y]
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
  [Verse 2: Fiend]
  I'm cooler than most
  Socialize with folks
  Cause and bloods
  LK's, GD's, VL's and Thugs
  Some pompous some addicted to drugs
  Is you buying or selling?
  Is you lying or telling?
  Felons, remember Scott told me to lean back
  Before I heard red marlboro snitching a G pass
  Obviously with Jones right there where the fiends at
  Man Spitta told me this year he doing Lamborghini's
  I just wanna pull a Sam and buck fifty, believe me
  I see the cash in my sleep like a baby do angels
  Wake up, it's not there and it's painful
  Harsh reality, dark, high gotta make that salary
  It's like the Vick soul be after me
  20 thousand for the chain to get you mad at me
  I plow a hole in ya girl, now she nagging me
  Ya man ain't bad as me
  It might seem like I'm rambling
  But really I'm scrambling
  Like Drew Brees
  On some new endeavors to get some new cheese, new sleeves
  And some thousand dollar britches
  New shoes can't forget the collar, holler at the bitches
  [Hook: Curren$y]
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
  Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
  Raps I bust 'em
  Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em

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  What's Whatshow lyrics

  What's What

  [Verse:]
  I'm not new to this
  I grew in this
  Jet pimpin 420 vision maneuvering
  Not injured though limping when I walk
  That's that max julien who's cooler than
  Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing him
  I like my chicks speedy bag mini coopering
  Karmalooping shit
  I could use you bitch
  I see something in you
  We could blow up like time bombs
  If you got a open mind
  We could poke for a moment
  But not now
  Ya homie tryna do a lil bit more for you ma
  So it would be behoove you to play it cool
  Fake quality time with dude
  Laugh at his jokes cause he far from broke
  Fleece him for his dough
  Order some equipment for us put it in tha studio
  But we not sure who he know
  So we gotta keep it on tha low
  Keep him in tha blind and you can sneak out err night

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  They Shookshow lyrics

  They Shook

  Cars I drive
  My name is in the streets
  My name is in the streets
  My name is my name
  It's a war goin on outside
  So I got bulletproof glass on the cars I drive
  Roll by and I catch broads eyes
  But I ignore em and I keep on goin
  Got the Mobb Deep bangin and my a/c blowin
  Niggas on they last legs and they wounds is open
  So I'm on em like sharks smellin blood in the ocean
  Hot Spitta I'm a seasoned vet
  What's fucked up is I haven't dropped an album yet
  But I don't cry over spilled milk
  Clean up the mess
  Get a glass
  And refill my shit
  Nigga mad cause his girlfriend fill my shit
  He gettin a call
  And talk loud all through the song
  Make sure she can't hear my shit
  My California homies told me that I spit
  Vish and I belong on the top 10 list
  These original Jordans
  These ain't retros slick
  You lil niggas betta learn your kicks
  Can't tell when she lyin
  Betta learn your bitch
  Said she was with her girl
  But she at my crib
  Well the truth she ain't lyin to you
  She is with her girl
  But her girl over here too
  And we ain't doin nothin but fuckin
  And tryna come up with a recipe for weed rice crispie treats
  I'm the rapper your favorite rapper be happy to meet
  Swagga never can be unraveled
  I'm tight as can be
  Ask god to keep haters away from me
  Tryna live all my days sucka free
  Got the next generation lookin up to me
  My influence ain't that hard to see
  I'm bringin New Orleans back

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  Blood, Sweat & Gearsshow lyrics

  Blood, Sweat & Gears

  Featuring: Fiend, Curren$y
  Take this opportunity to roll up
  Locate your lighters
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
  Mad black paint polish rims
  Fuck you said I ain't hear it clear
  Too much money talking in my ear
  The end result of two albums in one year
  Blood sweat and gears
  Life in between the racing stripes
  We break day and night
  Alternative lifestyle
  I ain't looking for her pussy boy
  This trill jet shit, just enjoy
  That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss
  Give her direction to the tele and a check list
  Arriving shortly with the items I requested
  Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane
  Maintain the smoke
  Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk
  I'll buy you a little something
  Light the weed man though
  But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough
  Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk
  To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
  It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump
  You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
  Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping
  [Verse 2: Fiend]
  Rolling trees can do something for you
  No matter what you be goin through
  Execution flow
  Ten thousand grams of potassium
  Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
  My life feels like trade water in the ocean
  Who's standing in
  I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking
  Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again
  What I do to get my love warm, laugh again
  Say love don't give me your mouth again
  Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them
  Life is like free throws
  Some things ya gone miss
  Some things ya make
  Don't rush, don't wait
  I call pape time travel machine
  It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
  I never compromise my fresh
  Smoke kush not cess
  Why cry I'm blessed
  Aw lend me the bail out
  The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house
  Jets smoking in the club on tour
  Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
  I'm general building, international jones
  And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies
  Walls full of vinyl
  All bars are final
  Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel
  International jones
  Curren$y the spitta
  Alchemist my nigga

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  Soundtrack To Successshow lyrics

  Soundtrack To Success

  [Trademark the Skydiver:]
  Been on some other shit
  Fly clothes, expensive kicks
  They say my swag immaculate
  And I agree that's accurate
  Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
  Ice on my neck and wrists
  Blowin down a pound of piff
  Ridin round in foreign whips
  Flyin saucer Porsche
  Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
  Hatas hatin on my click
  And on the slick we loving it
  This rap shit we runnin it
  Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
  What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
  Nah, this the takeover
  Burnin down your empire that's game over
  Not J-I-double G-A Hova
  But Skydiver the jet fighter
  I'm so focused
  28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
  Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
  And these rap niggas is bogus
  Talkin reckless over tracks
  But I fire back with pure perfection
  Steps above clever
  How I use my letters
  But em together and send em out
  Just like I'm textin a message
  Diamond in the rough
  Princess cuts on my neckless
  I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
  Purp blunts for breakfast
  Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
  I'm not impressed with
  Hold On
  Won't you give me a second to digest this
  Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!
  [Curren$y:]
  Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
  [Trademark the Skydiver:]
  You should quit while you ahead with the bread
  Just a suggestion
  We scrape your whole plate
  Then double back for seconds
  If we getting cake is no longer a question
  We still count loot up from last years investments
  Ask your hoe
  She know I'm one of the freshest out
  I spit it out
  Like my chest was congested
  Let that bitch breathe!
  [Curren$y:]
  Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
  Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
  Bitches is on speed
  Fuckin like rabbits
  They hungry
  Followin my carrots
  Housed in my ring
  Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
  UFC these beats
  Any track can get it's ass whipped
  I am on my cheddar
  All about checks like solecollector.com
  Some of y'all ain't on that
  Ya'll behind
  Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
  Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
  Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
  Let that bitch breathe
  Sky Diver knocked them out

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  She Don't Want A Manshow lyrics

  She Don't Want A Man

  [Verse 1]
  She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
  Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
  Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
  This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
  Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool
  Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
  Misreading signals, attachment issues,
  Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
  Got homies searching for relationships,
  She not tryna hear my type of bitch
  She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
  Married to a doctor, cuddle master
  Don’t f-ck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
  On the low, she f-cking his partners, feel her boys inside her
  Cause she weren’t f-cking with a rider
  [Chorus]
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  [Verse 2]
  From talking it out to the parking lot
  From the parking lot to my safe house
  Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
  Most bitches aint ready
  But Shawty aint tripping, she was living already
  My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.
  The shit, while heavy I can carry it
  Cant get too far I mean this isnt marriage bitch
  She roll doobies as I paddle shift
  We f-ck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
  And then we smash again, she talking about him
  How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
  Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
  But she don’t want see him, man,
  Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
  She got dressed and left in a flash
  But she saying she be back!
  [Chorus]
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  [Verse 3]
  Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time
  To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
  We could fly ? theres plenty over here
  She fell through like always
  We broke it down in the hallway
  She bossed her way back she dont crawl her way
  Her body designed Frank Cartier
  Say something talking heavy on her heart today
  Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
  Cause her feelings was coming into play
  Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
  Her man askin her whats wrong she don’t know what to say,
  But she do got a union to save
  But she in love with the lust that we’ve made
  She had far too much she could say
  That f-cking me was a perfect mistake
  [Chorus]
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
  She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
  He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up

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  Scaling The Buildingshow lyrics

  Scaling The Building

  [Hook x2: Curren$y]
  And my niggas
  And my bitches
  I'm on my shit right now
  How is ya?
  A nigga dressed like we finna take pictures
  Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
  I got my mind on that take over
  Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
  Because that money ain't gonna wait for us
  Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  And I'm loaking, pretty bitch on the passenger side ridin' sun roof open
  Shes supplying what I'm smokin'
  Wanna fuck with us
  Keep them tree crumbled up
  Walk up in the club
  Make them lanes one cuff
  Champ on chill
  E-z widers, double stuffed
  Trust
  And believe it ain't about the youngin' if don't evolve his mother fuckin' cheese
  I ain't bring no ends to spin
  Never kept a knot up in my pocket
  Better clock a couple thousand 'fore I get up in the win
  These niggas are losing their need of wins
  Yo bitches is choosin' her need of friends
  I'm livin' this movie so bring a lens
  Runnin through loads of weed and gin cause niggas know what I'm bout
  Flyin' out
  [Hook x2: Curren$y]
  And my niggas
  And my bitches
  I'm on my shit right now
  How is ya?
  A nigga dressed like we finna take pictures
  Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
  I got my mind on that take over
  Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
  Because that money ain't gonna wait for us
  Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Chicks who sound funny when they speak English
  Still recognize the bomb when they hear it
  She so ain't on them other niggas
  Marga and balls them shits ain't for this nigga
  Higher them a mug
  Ain't nothing what up with us
  Paper planes mane
  We don't allow blunts in the car
  Tell the valet to pull over ma truck
  Exit stage right the last thing they seen was the tail lights
  I'm gettin' toasted high
  Gettin' my bread right
  Hustlin'
  Stackin'
  Fucking some of the baddest bitches and travelin'
  Niggas used to think I was crazy
  Now they see my new whip and be like yo that shit crazy
  Get off my shit leave the room for the flyest
  The jets and this bitch leave the room with yo wife
  Get off my shit leave room the for flyest

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  Roasted

  [Trademark Da Skydiver:]
  It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
  Niggas been waiting on trade like what's the hold up
  My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
  You know what I rep and I'm one of the best
  Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat
  Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
  A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
  That's damn near I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet
  I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
  This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin for breath
  I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
  But I don't know too many niggas with silent success
  So I write it all down to get it off my chest
  The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
  Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
  It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin a sweat
  [Chorus: x2]
  I'm just laid back chillin posted
  Living like a villian mostly
  High off this purple shit
  No lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted
  Money bitches
  Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
  [Curren$y:]
  The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
  They takin shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
  All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
  For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
  Lames know what I claim
  Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
  Seats butter boogets
  Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed
  Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that minute made crap
  They squeeze these lemons they selves
  The hearts of women melt
  When trilla lyrics are felt
  Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash leon phelps
  High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
  Get it crackin like lobsters ice vodka in the bouns bubblin
  [Chorus x2]
  [Young Roddy:]
  Before the record deal yeah they said I couldn't get it
  My homie farris told me you couldn't hustle for a livin but
  That rich or poor the money had a nigga driven
  In words of my nigga stan I was buggin for a minute but
  Look how the tables turned they still spinnin
  The homie flew me from canada n-y city yeah
  My uncle told me let the sky be the limit
  I was cool where the kid in the kitchen knew was a chemist yeah
  In fourth grade momma told me make pennies
  So it's money in my bank account and money in my denims yeah
  In high school them girls used to blow me kisses
  But it's money over bitches ridin ya'll about is bengees uh
  Shout out to spitta they where south like fed d-r
  Let's hit the chi where the weather much windy but
  But me I'm from the dirty the dingy the south
  Where everywhere we at we smoking out

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  Reagan Erashow lyrics

  Reagan Era

  Can't play the backfield no more
  I just don't...belong...own
  Member of a fly society
  Styles I got several varieties
  As a child this guy memorized
  Scarface in its... Motherfucka you knoww
  For all of the bitches I
  Might take home
  Spray my shirt down
  Dolce & Gabbana cologne
  Comin down like my homeboys
  From Houston
  Got my celly on silent
  I'm ignorin my phone
  Diamonds, Diamonds on my band
  Cause that's right where they belong
  Like a trumpet or some symbols
  Or a set of trombones
  Your bitch chose to roam
  In a Spitta zone
  Now your drunk watchin E.T.
  Wishing she phone home
  But deep in your heart
  You knowin she wont
  Cause I'm a different type of nigga
  And that's just what she wants
  Groundbreaking, Dr. Jay's first dunk
  Stealing bases Willie Mays I'm gone
  Can't play the backfield no more
  I just don't think that's where I belong
  I do better on my own
  Swag crucial, Honestly
  It gotta be cause niggas that
  You listenin to probably
  Stole his style from me
  Bitter, neva, I come up with
  Something betta, have to catch
  An elevator all the way up to my level
  Playin Metal Gear Solid
  On the playstation 3 for 6 hours
  My girl in the bedroom sleeping
  I'm not tired, I would call over
  A couple of my pilots
  But them niggas loud, they dont
  Know how to be quiet
  Shorty gonna wake up and come up
  In here wildin, hollerin like Keisha did
  Tommy, If you aint see Belly
  You dont nothin about it
  What else can you tell me
  But my flow so polished
  Took it up a notch with the rhymin
  Trynna bury spitta in the grave
  At the bottom, climed up out it
  Knock you in the same hole and
  Stand on top it
  Consistent flow, Currensy the hot-spitta
  Stay so on topic
  Other niggas lost they need to see
  The golden compass
  Brother I'm a boss like Ross
  Spitta nigga hot like sauce
  At the And One game breakin
  Motherfuckas off
  I had a good job I thought
  But I couldnt get along with the
  People in charge I grab my timecard
  Punched out, I'm off
  Soft-spoken but a nigga not soft
  Not at all real niggas stand tall
  For something
  Make sure I don't fall for nothing
  In this game, it's pain for
  The up and coming
  No handouts cause
  Niggas don't owe you nothing
  Gotta do it for dolo
  Flashbacks to the conversation
  Took place between Faith and Monolo
  The world chico and everything in it
  I said it, I meant it
  I get it, I spend it
  Comfortable living till a motherfucker finished
  If I'm in it then you know it's not kidding
  If I'm in it know it got a nice engine
  You could be a mile away
  And still hear it
  That's classic american muscle
  Stole my bitches numbers and a ipod shuffle
  I call her over to cut her
  You call her over to cuddle
  Knock youself out boy
  You can't knock my hustle
  I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
  Labels offering checks
  For a million bucks
  Ask Roddie if he thought
  A million was enough
  He said yes cause he can
  Hit the streets and triple it up
  I'm a member of a fly society
  Styles I got several varieties
  As child this guy memorized
  Scarface in it's entirety
  '80s drug era inspired me
  That's why I dress how I dress
  Walk how I walk
  That's why I rep what I rep
  Talk how I talk
  Two rope chains both of them gold
  I got a swagga like I just came home woah
  I'm a member of a fly society
  Styles I got several varieties
  As child this guy memorized
  Scarface in it's entirety
  '80s drug era inspired me
  That's why I dress how I dress
  Walk how I walk
  That's why I rep what I rep
  Talk how I talk
  Two rope chains both of them gold
  I got a swagga like I just came home woah
  Where haven't we been yet (Where haven't we been yet)
  Motherfucka You Know

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  Full Metalshow lyrics

  Full Metal

  Featuring: Curren$y
  Verse:
  Ugh, I call my brother sun cause he shine like, noon time, Alaska on the turn pipe.
  Maneuvering mine GT5, my nerves is ice.
  I wouldn't change none of it in hind sight.
  Believe this, because if i wouldn't have been that then I would be this.
  Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper.
  Walkin the walk and runnin over them haters.
  Outlander in charge, that conversation is dead.
  Because i'm leaving for the loot, and you weren't talking no bread bitch.
  Cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish.
  Got the 420 vision.
  Rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision.
  My rockin furnishes, projection screen built in m ceiling.
  I spit the picture so vivid because i'm really living, this JET life.
  Tennis shoes and tuxedos
  Them other fools ain't fly, they fucking mosquitoes
  Don't work they just cryin, whine, fuckin pino greco you need to get on your grind
  Stack a stack of dead people that have done some presidential time.
  For that cash I have brought a claim tag, this is mine.
  Fuck you doin with that, dope

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  Woh

  [Intro]
  They ain't high as us
  Niggas lying to ya
  They ain't high as us
  There's more money to get, cars to park
  Bitches to break, wars to start
  I'm still living my life
  There are no stars
  Way out here, it's only us, dog
  Niggas ain't high as us
  Lying to ya
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  Uh, undetected by radar
  Close circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
  You niggas just say y'all
  Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
  Junior varsity don't want no parts of me, triple O
  I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain't slow
  Tell me it's 'bout a check, you'll see how fast it go
  That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
  Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
  Axl Rose through the bowls in my Rolls
  Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
  Counted up a million dollars 'fore that sun rose
  Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
  In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
  With them automated gates, remote control's in my lap
  '84 riding, I did that for my lifers
  [Hook]
  Yea, uh
  It's more money to get, cars to park
  Bitches to break, wars to start
  I'm still living my life
  There are no stars
  Way out here, it's only us, dog
  (Way out here)
  [Verse 2: Styles P]
  Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
  Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
  Keep the? you popped your cherry on
  White CL Benz, ? I throw my cherries on
  I think about money yea a lot of money
  I'm speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
  Same old stoner, yea I'm blowing loud
  You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
  You ain't real high, you mid-level
  Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
  I made a couple M's off what them kids peddle
  Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids' metal
  Blast for me, is a blasphemy
  Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
  I'm jet-setting with my nigga Spitta

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  Twistin Stank (hard In The Paint Freestyle)

  [Spitta:]
  Lames can't feel us we catch flights jet life jet life
  [Verse 1:]
  Uhh I got a girlfriend and a mistress
  7 chevys in my driveway I'm so hood rich
  Before I leave the town this what I told my bitch,
  I bought that benz for you so you don't touch my oldschool shit
  I hustle hard they no what my focus is spitta be so high up his ex girlfriends can't get ova him
  Call me all the time like we should go somewhere and chill baby you should get somewhere way the fuck away from here
  This is jet life this how you want to live
  Got one bottle in yo section all your homies scared to sip
  Our cups is ova runnin we got buckets of it bitch
  Pinky rings and thumbs your girl is dyin to run
  I got some room fo her, brake lights on my coupe fo her, scooped her, screwed her, then threw her back to you once there's no use fo her
  [Hook:]
  I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it ain't a fuckin game them suckers arms don't reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy that's my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cause we winnin
  [Verse 2:]
  Selfmade you just affiliated
  I chuckle at your lil money fuckin funny papers
  Space case volcano digi vapors
  Lookin down at my watch it's like I'm flyin ova vegas
  She workin them tables
  No waiter, painted toes topless for them dollars get to the crib and count up on the flo
  Jets down south hustlin work to the colonel
  Independent slangin records bitch that's where I learned it
  Red light car show corner turner
  11 second quarter mile no nos burner
  Suckers lost in the sauce as the world turnin
  Fools can't do nuttin got that jet life insurance
  [Hook:]
  I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it ain't a fuckin game them suckers arms don't reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy that's my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cause we winnin
  [Verse 3:]
  Might not make this interview phones off door shut
  Sleepin off that o I smoked
  Wake me when more weed rolled up
  Do I got that good? sho nuff
  Yo girl wanna kiss my chucks
  Ho let me n mikey rocks pound out now she lookin for chuck
  Whole life pedal mashed
  Prayin god won't let me crash
  No I'm slippin askin for forgiveness steady sinnin damn
  All I am is just one man tryna smoke as best
  I can keep a bitch that's I'll at makin bongs out empty soda cans
  Rollin man over them
  I'm so cold I'm polar bearin
  All on these tracks
  I love the fact they hatin that
  Laker sacks, boston packs cold words for my doja
  Told u once before the dialog the pilot smoke don't no her uh uh
  [Hook:]
  I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it ain't a fuckin game them suckers arms don't reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy that's my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cause we winnin
  [Verse 4:]
  Slept on like a beach towel
  Haters lookin at em now paper stackin ain't, no braggin I could buy us each a vowel
  66 impalas leanin like italy lil pisa tower
  Beat the beat the jets and the producers some condolance flowers
  Time in incriments of money, not in seconds or hours
  No matter what you losers do it's gone come second to ours
  Gray skull power put the smash on them cowards
  Skeletors, scary whores ain't ready for my metaphors
  Think my flow need betty ford
  Slurred words, twisted verbs
  Influenced by magic herbs
  Gee how I attach those words?
  See me gliddin so drexler
  Finger roll perfect for sure
  Check the score we on the board
  Chairman shit I own the board
  [Hook:]

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  This Is The Life

  Still rolling in my Elco on them thiz-angs
  N! ggas fukking up. They ain't fukking with the pliz-anes
  Hits from the bong, Cali strong, got me feeling like I...
  Could kill a man, but I would rather kill a baseline
  These coke laced lines, too dope for most they turn their noses up
  Real n! ggas turn the music up more
  Lookin out the cracked windows, sound and the smoke
  Got u high off both. Drugs, audio.
  Yall ain't got the heart for it. Get ur cardio, in order bro
  Running for the money, pockets double-stuffed... Oreos
  Party over here. B! tches feeling like sh! t in the morning tho
  It's the sh! t! Life with the Jets, with fair warning.
  Hoe call who u gotta call before we be off I live far
  And ur phone mite not have bars
  Babydoll break that weed up for me
  I break u off something, have u running ur mouth, leading ur friends to me
  (Chorus)(sung)
  Ahhh
  This is the life.
  Break down, then roll up.
  This is the life.
  Ahhh (lames catch feelings)
  This is the life.
  Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
  This is the life.
  Motor under glass like a pheasant
  Jet plans under wraps like presents
  Stayed in my lane, gained leverage
  Executives checked my credit was merited
  We hustling together better than
  Going in blindly. Expectations not met
  Fools get ejected. Dropped like a Pharcyde record
  Gone into hiding like the canvas top of what I driving now
  Riding up the block they think I'm moving in the autobot
  Hop out, photo op. Scan for the cops. If they not about...
  Light something for the cool n! ggas
  Roll another one for the ride
  Keep that bag that's all u n! gga. I'm out.
  On another mission, steady paper twistin
  Even when I was a broke n! gga, b! tches paid attention
  On another mission, steady paper twistin
  Even when I was a broke n! gga, b! tches paid attention
  (Chorus)(sung) times 2
  Ahhh
  This is the life.
  Break down, then roll up.(lames catch feelings)
  This is the life.
  Ahhh
  This is the life.
  Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)

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  The Hangover

  [Chorus:]
  We smoke and drink all night
  Hangover cause we hung out
  Chicks know we party that's why
  They love it when we come out
  Have the time of your life
  Before all yo time run out
  Put them bottles on ice while
  I'll roll another one up
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  Come through with that killer weed
  Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
  Zig Zags and a Jones soda
  Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
  Scratch off, AC on
  Windows up, new shit playin'
  What you sayin? Nathan
  Dollar signs my only language,
  Fluently speak it
  And reject fools comin' in my lane with that weak shit,
  That's how I keep it
  The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS
  I left my last one on the jet
  I got mistakes I make
  So I don't lay down till the sunrise
  [Chorus:]
  We smoke and drink all night
  Hangover cause we hung out
  Chicks know we party that's why
  They love it when we come out
  Have the time of your life
  Before all yo time run out (run out)
  Put them bottles on ice while
  I'll roll another one up
  [Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
  (Yeah, yeah)
  I'm in a fire twips (Twips)
  High as hell (Man...)
  I'm try'na nail
  We can leave, find your cell
  Lock my number in like you're takin it for hostage
  Try'na put you on the game
  Maybe you should watch it
  They takin' trips to asp.
  And flyin' kites all in the tropics
  Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
  On the floor with the mascot
  Dancin', fly as Helly Hansons on our shoulder blades,
  And we tip the waiter good
  You can keep the change,
  That's Italian go there
  I'm born if you peep the change
  I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
  If we need the flame,
  Drink until I gotta piss
  Damn I got a lot of chicks
  Take another sip of what I'm drinkin'

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  Blown Awayshow lyrics

  Blown Away

  Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
  So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
  Uh, Raps I buss em
  Problems with my life dont discuss em
  Coups and leer jets I lust them
  Can't hear them haters talk
  I'm above them
  But they push me to do it
  That's why I love them
  Fittin snub in the Chevy seat
  Don't you see the future
  That's ahead of me
  And wish that it was cease to be
  Buzz and cruise until it became a bang
  Jet planes in the building
  Bitch we do our thang
  Who the main manuveur
  The coup in vancouver
  Canadian niggas is speakin
  The fly language
  I'm partially famous
  Popularity gaining
  They wondering when I blow
  Am I gunna lose my other ground
  So, the answer is hell no
  I'm definatley maintaining
  I'm way to G
  The other niggas do their thang
  But them niggas aint me
  Wear what you can't buy
  That's why I'm what they can't be
  Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
  So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
  (hehehe) Just Blown Awayyy
  Woke something up
  Mama what's the smoke in here
  Sneak in here and wink
  Temps I never bought a pair
  Out of dress clothes
  Still getting in there
  Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair
  Him breathin THC
  I buying
  She high climbing into the truck
  We ridin, jack move fool
  Ain't no denying the cool
  The mirror image ain't quick enough
  To mimic my move
  You niggas talk as shallow
  A kiddie pool
  Can't articulate themselves
  In their interviews
  Rappers on a respirators
  Breathing through a tube
  Revivin with the live shit
  We make it good as new
  Tired of hearin jive shit
  My nigga me too
  Bad bitches want the real
  Baby girl I feel you
  Only thing I can do
  Is move pen or pencil
  Write and smoke my life away
  As I continue...
  Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
  So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
  Just Blown Awayyy
  Try to act like you
  Aint know the planes got it
  I'm in Chi-town smoking
  Like a train charlotte
  Never match
  They say I dress train spotta
  I just stay up collecting sky mileage
  I'm a high pilot
  You must acknowledge
  The fact that I'm not
  Acknowledged, Professional driver
  On a closed circuit
  Monster beats got Nascar spitta
  On them tracks perfect
  Cryin outta my mind
  Because it's so worth it
  Enable spitta to make a big purchase
  3 story crib, driveway half-circle
  Dodge Barracuda nigga
  Concrete surfer
  Engine growling like a rottweiler
  Trynna hurt ya
  Bags of purple strong enough
  To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel
  Spitta hand deliver fly verses free

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  Televised

  The reeferlution will be televised...
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
  Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
  Bring your own buds in for test inspection
  'Fore access is granted to my section
  My diesel East Coast, my kush is Western Conference
  Chronic, nothing but bombest for
  The elitest of rhymers and beat designers
  You smell these trees leaking through your equalizers
  A boss on them raws though I started with them EZ Widers
  OG daytons nigga not them eagle wires
  A couple niggas from the old block mad
  So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass
  To keep an eye out, smoking one for the homie on the mural
  As I ride past. If I was drinking, I'd have poured some wine out
  Not your frank Amy Winehouse
  Candy paint on my skybox, tell a square bitch "watch out! "
  [Hook: Curren$y]
  The reeferlution will be televised...
  We getting money now
  The reeferlution will be televised...
  [Verse 2: Fiend]
  The new-school coupe just left the paint booth
  Got me stepping like a Nupe, barking like a Que
  G'd up music, we spark a barbeque
  Got a '70 Carlo named after daughter too
  Excellent Wolverine blue, you can see the water too
  Oak wood turning, know what we burning...
  Absolutely, baby! International Jones, jet life
  I [?] and the [?]
  Paper plates and I [?]
  You were smoking with [?] what do I sacrifice
  Paint job fine as the hair on a frog's back
  The green you bringing better glow or stank or we don't want that
  Get My leaders from Houston
  Monsta Beatz on the heat that we using
  My engine sounds like it's been juicin'
  Chick bad my stick, I'm shooting
  Spitta Andretti, what we call it? Reefer
  [Hook: Curren$y]
  The reeferlution will be televised...
  Yeah mama, we getting money now

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  Still

  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  About to land jets on some suckers houses
  Homie come about it that side shit
  You call your girl crib in the background she bumping my shit
  You mad I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
  Pouring some of that potent for the true smoking shit my homie had
  Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that
  Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners
  With lil mama tell them hit some of this sticky with me
  Just being around me make her slippery, sexy pajamas when she visit me
  Her friends fall through, with louder that, over talking, baller stalking
  Search for eye contact so they could double back and ass g
  When I got some time free, but honestly
  Building this empire taking a lot of me
  It will be worth it though, shit good right now you found my lighter
  And my grinder it be perfect ho
  And it's still, and it's still jets at yo motherfuckin
  [Verse 2: Trademark]
  And I stand here, g'd up from the feet up
  Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
  Baby smoke it all, I ain't tripping I just reup
  She thought real niggers was dead I made her a believer
  Now she us, we a different breed
  Come planning from a different species
  Young bred to keep it
  My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes
  I'm pulling x for the rex I'm all about the cream
  By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams
  A better living fatter pockets, prettier women
  Super sticky weed I'm puffing late up in the villa
  South beach suite metropost smoking and chilling
  Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
  Hit her with the Deals she in love with the villain
  But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
  Can I get a witness to this g shit that I'm spitting
  At Will, it's still, it's still, jets at yo motherfuckin
  Already
  [Verse 3: Young Roddy]
  Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
  I told her about my lifestyle she said I'm all in
  She say most niggers change you ain't nothing like them
  So I got her high as hell, I'm talking about the rim
  But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind
  Ain't too much changed since back then
  But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
  They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live
  They couldn't walk a mile in these jordans number 10's
  And I got that shit off like think you come again
  Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
  So need what my cash for that's word to money mitch
  I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in
  Haters know the set that I rep to the end
  It's crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
  My reply bet I will and it's still, it's still

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  Showroom

  [Verse 1]
  Yea, when the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
  A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
  Less wind resistance, more power
  You ain't sat in nothing like this once (niggaa)
  Fresh from the pages of Car & Driver
  To the possession of high pilots
  File it in my collection
  With the rest of my shit
  Up-to-date bill sheets, documented mileage
  Handbook in the console I know everything about it
  Got yo woman wet, she need goggles
  See me on the set, I'm the picture of survival
  Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
  We the motherfucking JETS
  You just motherfucking clown shoes
  Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
  Never wheeling them cars, just standing by them
  Not really knowing them broads, just standing by them
  No first class tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones
  I'm adding dollars, you admiring
  I'm Words With Friends whole time in-flight wireless
  Email full of condo prices
  Marble or granite, kitchen islands
  Home stylings
  [Hook]
  Got a mill out the deal I'm still on the grind
  (JET life on these niggas yeah)
  Got 10 more coming just give me some time
  (JET life on them bitches yeah)
  Putting it all together got something in mind
  (JET life on them niggas yeah)
  Show them better than I can tell them they gon feel me
  [Verse 2]
  Show them better than I can tell em they gon' feel me
  Niggas I came up with changing up say they gone kill me
  If they ever catch me slipping
  I don't give a fuck, sincerely
  I know they just emotional, they love me, they fear me
  They like my women, they see me steering, wish they was in it
  Jealousy, just feeding em negative energy
  I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies
  Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
  Can't violate the JET code without penalty
  Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
  I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me
  Dropping record after record like them bitches slippery
  I like nice shit and I know how to get it
  Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
  Get on task fool, Trap til a trillion
  Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed them in New Zealand
  Word to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
  "My God", what a feeling
  Italian engineering, Decepticon ceilings
  Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
  I'll probably be laid in the enclave, until then
  Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
  It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
  The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great

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  She's On My Mind

  [Verse 1:]
  Bottles pop, joints roll
  With my folks, in the whip
  Section of the club with my eyes on this model chick
  I don't know who she came with
  She look like someone famous
  She knew every word to my song when the dj played it
  I asked her what her name is
  She smiled when she said it
  Right now I don't remember but it sounded like somethin spanish
  I offered her champagne and she told me she don't drank it
  I told her I wanna see her naked
  She said lil boy who u playin with
  My next thought was ok then
  I'm obviously dealin with a lady
  I apologized for my statement
  And we kept on conversatin
  She noticed we was blazin
  She took a couple puffs of the haze and
  She rolled her numba on napkin
  And after that she vanished
  [Chorus:]
  Now, she on my mind
  Can't get this bitch off my mind
  She on my mind can't get this bitch off my mind
  The shit affectin my rhymes
  I'm havin trouble memorizin my lines
  Cause this bitch on my mind
  Gotta get this bitch off my mind
  [Verse 2:]
  Now I'm outside of the club
  Me and my homies all fucked up
  Tipped valet, hopped back in the truck
  Whole ride home I was thinkin bout her
  Thought bout callin her but I didn't
  I didn't wanna call round all my niggas
  Cause they drunk asses will be laughin an gigglin
  And I ain't in the mood for all that ribbon
  I just waited till I made it to the crib and
  Attempted to call while watchin television
  Wack ass cellphone trippin
  Only get the strong signal when I'm in the kitchen
  Walked in and dialed them digits
  While the phone ringin
  I'm thinkin bout her in different positions
  Answer machine, voice sound different
  Thank you for callin popeyes chicken?
  Bitch get off my mind
  Gotta get that bitch off my mind
  Bitch Get off my mind
  Gotta get this bitch off my mind
  This bitch wasn't even that fine
  I only seen this bitch one time
  Why I got this bitch on my mine

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  Seat Change

  [Intro:]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool)
  What it was
  What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
  She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding off they weddin' rings)
  Uncork the champagne (Yeah)
  And she just wanna ride with a G (Yeah)
  [Chorus:]
  She remember what it was
  She remember what it used to be
  But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
  And realized she lost her seat
  And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
  She just wanna ride with a G
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  (Yeah, Yeah, Fool)
  Fresh out the time machine, I step
  Mercedes Benz SL5, the rides kept
  I play the field with stiff arms and side steps
  Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep
  Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept
  When I mention my intentions were to step
  Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me
  We've got history
  I know I still can be, fool
  And women I've been with know it's true
  No matter what I got goin'
  Saw me with my mang thang
  Still got my number she textin' my phone,
  She just wanna ride with a G
  I can't knock her
  For fuckin with these imposters,
  Lower case G's, little me's
  Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed,
  My budd covered in fuzz
  But not surrounded by the police
  [Chorus:]
  She remember what it was
  She remember what it used to be
  But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
  And realized she lost her seat
  And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
  She just wanna ride with a G
  [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
  Playa, playa, lay a, spraya
  On the real loco
  I should be the mayor
  Compassionate, rare
  Fly to a spider
  Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper
  My cipher is G's
  No fleas, green trees
  No seeds, oh please
  We press, we ease
  Artistically in a midst of me
  I'm mystically and magical
  The weight I form the group
  Makes a move I mean cause my shit is like classical
  It blows my mind and I know
  This new diamond I quote
  It's worth about a mil ticket
  Baby is ya down to come get it?
  Cause my seat is unoccupied
  West coast livin' is you down to ride?
  We can take ya to the spot maybe,
  But it's hot baby
  From the bottom all the way to the top, baby
  You with the boss dogg, that it is
  See I'm bout the currency with urgency
  Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

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  Scottie Pippen

  [Verse 1 - Currensy]
  Showing no signs of letting up
  Still kick you in the head like I think
  You on the verge of getting up
  No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra commando
  Deadly venom spitting, n-ggas just a salamander
  I'm living the life worthy capturing on camera, documented
  How one of the last lives was deaded
  How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
  How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no sippin'
  How I f*ck them to sleep?
  How I woke up out the building when I was finished
  Keep it G, them n-ggas not original they muthaf-cking house of mirrors
  Not quite the image, I'm on that Popeye spinach
  Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square n-gga
  But now she trying something different
  Windy City Bulls, mention the Nets, wool jackets and sweats, Scottie Pippens
  My description, high of that fuzzy green prescription
  Lying if I said that I isn't
  If you looking for that n-gga: I is him
  All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing
  [Freddie Gibbs]
  Reporting live from the devil's pad
  Breakfast here: two titties, two plus and a turkey bacon sandwich
  2 seeds with eggs and bread jelly
  My hoes they rarely pop that p-ssy,
  They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis '82 edition
  Spotters body squatting on sixes?
  Rather be counting stacks than stuck in the county, washing the dishes
  Or washing drawers in the pen?
  I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in
  Bail money on debt, come at my neck
  Plus that boy cause that same place where him? where he slept
  I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber
  The price of life that's so high that I must make sure I stay higher
  Stay with the purp out of piso?
  Smacking as deep as needles
  They run in the rock just like I play quarterback for the eagles
  Rando donovan in the mic a
  'Fore I picked up this mic I was hitting licks
  Did dirt with plenty disciples
  I'm gang bang affiliated, federal investigated, self educated
  All my co-conspirators catching cases
  I got straight out of college and I made it at home?
  But believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
  Leave faces with operations, closed casket console
  Tryna make million dollars, f-ck a million downloads
  But if that equal the same, smash it up and give me my change
  I made a lane up in this game so n-ggas goin' remember the name
  Gangsta Gibbs ho, two bitches cooking in the crib hoe
  Still push a bucket but I ride it like a Benz hoe
  Tryna find a bridge ho, to slanging raps, from slanging weight

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  Run Dat Shit

  [Hook:]
  When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me run dat shit
  Run dat shit
  Run dat shit
  When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me
  [Verse 1:]
  Shit for high priced SUVs
  Long nights palm trees
  Cuff link sleeves
  Them niggas ain't these
  Extraordinary gentleman
  This is the league
  Wrinkle free
  Pimpin my stocks crate like 915
  Jet cole make watergate look like a hair-brain scheme
  Your hoes wanna be taken no leaving this [?]
  And on the scene
  Blue waters
  White sands
  Sticky green
  Enough niggas talk shit
  Jet niggas talk rich
  Porches, fortress, horses afford this
  Then try step up
  Ya'll got me messed up
  Basketball shorts on red carpet
  My girl dressed up, and I'm coolin
  I'm just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie
  I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit
  With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2:]
  And they still trying to build that case
  Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes
  What can I say it's still money over bitches
  We stick to the script here
  Magazine pictures
  Credit every stitch that I wear
  Never been one of those caught up in the fab
  They say it's out of style
  I bring that shit back
  Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash
  And let me skim through their next season sketch pad
  I'm never mad
  Just mad high my guy
  From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry
  The forefather of the fly
  No paternity test your style got my eyes left
  And it's Jets til the motherfucking next
  Life
  So sweet candy stripes on my Vette
  If I say it I show it
  You think I get it for free how I smoke it
  My dude wanted loot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit
  All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish
  For crappy deals but I'm way too real
  Muthafuckas kept half assing until
  Warner Bros. came to the table
  With the table
  Now there's room for my whole set
  Now my niggas able
  Eat til we got the itis
  Bitch we on fire
  Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire

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  Role Model

  Uh...
  Nothing but...
  Tell the truth, do I?
  I been in the game, OG
  Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it
  Prophetized by the perpetually high poet
  I been thru it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners
  Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes
  Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind
  Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find
  The story of a man who drew his own guidelines
  Inspirational, ain't it?
  The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em
  Professional brushstrokes on canvasses
  Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid
  Blew my high when you came in with them cameras
  Questions and peanut gallery suggestions
  I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool
  But we got our own beat to walk to, fool!
  Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
  Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
  To the kid that chose me to follow...
  Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
  I'm, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
  Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
  To the kid that chose me to follow...
  Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
  Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea
  Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners...
  To the kid that chose me to follow,
  Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas

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  Reset

  You n***** is, cheap greens, artificial turf
  Second in the presence of better, me first
  Captain america, versus captain planet, I control the larger area
  Super hero no cape, delta force in the third grade,
  Now or laters, basketball cards in my school pants
  How to be a player, got to ask then you can't afford the movie neighbor
  Drop jewels like a buttterfinger watch maker
  Money so old it deserve an in home caretaker
  I been talking this s**** for a minute, never been called out just been called that n****
  I paid dudes and I tipped em' I ain't trippin
  Check yo' prescription, linches I'm not pippen
  We both scoring, but mines more awesome
  B******* called him, we smell the weed in the air jordans, yeah
  Over land... sea.air, scratch it off the list after I been there
  Yeah, jets, everytime I drop bars the bar is reset
  Stack change, and I didn't change, looking down on these fools
  Balcony rap, I'm way too high for that, bulls*** so save it neighbor I'm on my paper
  B**** what you think this is, I only f****** twice, girl what you think you did?
  Ain't nobody throw rice, spitta, ninja, precise, slice
  Overheat never, under pressure, sweat ice, what's pressure
  I never felt pressure in my life, it's been a cake walk
  Frosting on my nikes, don't let em' talk
  Cut a hater wind short, chevrolet bowtie, tips on the end of my exhaust pipe
  B******* at the window pray they hear that sound every night
  But I'm out baby, you my home girl but this not my house lady
  Can't go for that, [? ]
  Fall through, get the cut, clean up, change clothes,

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  Real Estates

  [Intro: Curren$y]
  This is revenge
  Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
  No bullets, just pens
  No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
  Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my... grind
  Fool
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
  How many bitches want, not many bitches won't
  I know you think your bitches don't, but I know what she did last summer
  Scream for me when I touched her
  Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
  Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa
  Tell him cop it, give it to my brotha
  Sticky trees I sit under, Tryna stay cool
  Big city lights hotter than a muhfucka
  Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta
  Socks up, stock rising
  Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
  Higher than my fitted riding
  And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
  Can't call it a neighborhood, I ain't living by nobody
  Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
  Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
  In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way
  Yeah
  [Hook 1: Curren$y]
  Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
  This the life we want nigga you only live it once
  Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my... grind
  Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my... grind
  [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
  Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
  If I wanted her back, nigga I'd be still fuckin
  Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
  Watch the video, then try to act like us
  I know we make this shit look easy
  Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
  With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
  Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
  Don't take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
  She don't want me to leave when I'm with her
  I tell her I'm the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
  The game don't get any realer
  I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
  I'm in Miami bumpin Trilla
  I got dope on the low, but I'm not a dope dealer
  The feds blockin like the Steelers
  I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
  Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time
  You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
  Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
  You don't want no money, just fame
  They ask me how I'm doin, shit I really can't complain
  Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want
  Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
  [Hook 2: Dom Kennedy]
  Uh, uh, I'm yellin
  Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
  Yeah, Yeah
  Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
  Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

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  Hennessy Beach

  [Hook x2: Dom Kennedy]
  My niggas trying hard to get it
  We making sure the cars is tinted
  I'm making sure the broads is with it
  I hit her with the extra large addiction
  [Verse 1: Dom]
  Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal
  I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people
  Guns kill niggas and her pussy is lethal
  Raised in West Philly, her favorite team is the Eagles
  Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle
  She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal
  Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes for me
  Then we go out to eat, I order steak with the rosemary
  Before we in the house, I be digging in the hosiery
  She goes for me. I put that on the father and the rosary
  The older we become, life is just begun
  You like how that drink taste?
  Mix it with some pre-cum
  I hang around millionaires cause I could really be one
  If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb
  If you know a nigga real as me, I would like to see one
  A couple homies locked away, I hope this city free 'em
  Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1
  Can't stay in the same place, life is not a re-run
  I broke out, hit it one time, then I choked out
  When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked out
  Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out
  Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out
  Cause it's all in our reach
  I be waiting for you nigga, right here
  On Hennessy Beach
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life
  I can't lie... but I did have a shot of XO this morning
  Shout out for the housewarming gift
  They sent that over to the crib
  I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving
  Tish brought me... aite...
  Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home
  Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along
  Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs
  I'm rolling something Herculean
  Trees past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy
  Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds
  Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar
  Cut all that real girl shit out, I prove it to ya
  Versace Medusa, I get
  Highed up to do my work. I'm a roofer
  Instead of paying attention you niggas paying
  Them bitches. That's why you in that position
  Looking up at the jets, waving bye
  Straining your eyes cause we satellite high
  In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's
  Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em
  My bottom bitch saw it all go down

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  Get Paid

  Yeah, Jet Life
  Jet Set none the less
  Uh huh
  [Verse 1: Trademark da Skydiver]
  I'm talking oceans in the back
  Front reserved for Porsche's
  Highed up, focused on my fortunes
  A real G I'm try'na ball
  I want it all, fuck a portion
  Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress
  Up early everyday I'm try'na flip
  I need more of it
  Gotta get it now
  Will I see tomorrow I ain't sure of it
  Overdue, it's bout that time
  I deserve a lick
  I'm try'na see something slick
  I really came form nothing though
  Still I stand tall
  Pockets thick fitted sittin low
  Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold
  She ain't a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough
  Real nigga's hear it in my words
  Plus my actions show
  Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sendin threats
  To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next
  Protected by the planes
  JLR, family crest
  Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
  [Chorus:]
  Yeahh
  Get paid, get paid
  Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Never underestimate the other guys greed
  Game given from a snake indeed
  I still take heat
  Keep the force with you stuck adhesive
  Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
  Baby girl we the people
  We lose them dudes
  Your homegirl and them cool
  We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose
  We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals through
  Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
  I did it partner
  Too much of a scholar
  To ever live in squalor
  Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
  I'm in there like I live there
  What took you so long baby girl
  I been here
  Try'na lose your man he a square huh
  I don't even know if it's fair ma
  Fuck it though you livin in the same world I'm in
  Dirty money makers spend
  [Chorus:]
  Yeahh
  Get paid, get paid
  Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
  [Verse 3: Young Roddy]
  I hustle hard till I'm dead
  I'm never locked behind bars
  I'm jet member we live by a different set of laws
  Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fuckin off
  It's a scary game but I'm not scared
  Not at all
  I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
  Cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all
  Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
  And them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted
  That's cold blooded
  Specially in New Orleans
  Just try'na make it out this maze that I've been lost in
  I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
  School of hard knocks I learn to read between the margin
  But real shit so many problems I deal with
  And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff
  But I won't quit stackin my bread counting my chips
  I double count my paper and then I dip
  Jets fool
  I bet I do
  [Chorus:]
  Yeahh
  Get paid, get paid

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  Frostyshow lyrics

  Frosty

  Featuring: Curren$y
  Yeah, cut the beat on, the coolest nxgga ever just walked in the room
  Cut the heat on, minutes after the call, I remove factory socks, and put brand new sneaks on .
  ....needs... flow . I'm talkin' bout the C... , holmes.
  Castin' lines, while pinnin' bitches at the same time,
  Visuals, but you can hear em' doe .
  Spit shit you would think unimaginable .
  Then makin' tangible, .. the tour is a grab & go.
  Hustle hard, homeboy, my family know.
  Uh, rarely seen, they know I'm married to my dream.
  So in love with the dream, that my bitch everyday threatens to leave,
  The only thing that is left for me is to suggest that she do what she please,

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  You See It

  [Verse 1 - Currensy]
  Poolside, too high, with three bitches
  With four lives, I'm finna deal
  Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz
  Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie.
  But you know I still talk my shit right
  What you tryna hear when you high?
  What you wish they played on the radio
  At least one time? It's cool though!
  We getting major paper on the underground
  You thought it was them other fools, though
  It was us the whole time!
  Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
  But sun do what the sun do rise
  Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize
  Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch
  She give me the best top
  A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
  Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it's getting...
  [Hook - Currensy]
  My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
  My weed lye, I know you here screamin'
  I'm here now, what's going on this evenin'
  You could look the other way but I know you see me
  I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
  Nigga, I know you see it
  I know you see it, I know you see it
  You could look the other way, but I know you see it
  [Verse 2 - Currensy]
  Cross-eyed, a few drinks
  Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks!
  Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels
  Like a Brink truck, way tough
  Nigga never budge, that's my space! What
  Marvel at my stance at your girl
  What she think, she can't even respond
  Cause her mind is now mine, fool
  I ain't lying, let's just cross the couch
  Sleeping with my shoes on just in case I have
  To wake up and be out
  Once again it's on
  Mama bring my bong to the game room
  With nothing but some panties on
  And them Bape socks that I gave you
  Never once on probation but your man's on his papers
  Spendin' them, stackin' them, feelin' them
  Wrappin' em, lightin' em, never passin' em
  I rolled it up myself and I don't remember your help
  That's how we do it now, fall through the jetset
  Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city
  Baby girl rock them titties
  [Hook - Currensy]
  My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
  My weed lye, I know you here screamin'
  I'm here now, what's going on this evenin'
  You could look the other way but I know you see me
  I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
  Nigga, I know you see it
  I know you see it, I know you see it

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  What It Look Like

  [Intro: Wale]
  We blessed to be here
  It's a blessing for you to be here with us
  MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, f-ck y'all
  What it look like
  My n-ggas fly n-ggas, this is Jet Life
  For the occasion, paper planes
  [Hook: Wale]
  Look, what it look like
  My n-ggas fly n-ggas, this is Jet Life
  Yea!
  Look, now roll my J tight
  ... what they like
  Yea! Yea!
  [Verse 1: Wale]
  Paris SB's make these n-ggas catch seizures
  Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever
  Ha! I'm more cleaver, clever
  Weather any weather, nobody doing it better
  Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
  Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
  My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
  Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
  Double M G forever though
  Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
  Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
  No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
  Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels
  I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows
  We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
  The f-ck what PBS premiering, I'm addicted to Barney's
  That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit
  And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X
  Wordplay like a muf-cker
  I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
  Wetter than a swish and I never miss
  Get her at her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit
  Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit
  Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  The engine in back of my car
  I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog
  Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all
  Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
  I'm in Dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage
  Four door carriage with the V8 S badges
  I'm in the mirror of the Panamera
  Looking at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus
  Can't keep up, get your liters in order
  4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders
  Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set
  Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
  I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
  You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya house yet
  We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
  After your hoes leave the Jets' hangout
  Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out
  But I'm in every real n-gga Cutlass in the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping
  So f-ck it, I'm platinum in the streets
  I never gave a f-ck and that's what they love
  She just wanna f-ck, homie just want her
  Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
  And baby girl can't get enough - fill her up

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  Ventilation

  (Jet life)
  White carpet in my star face house
  No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse
  My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough
  To the front door like a piece of carrying her own
  Always financially she don't need me
  She is just in love with a real nigger continuously weedin
  At my under closed location my grow space is reading up on vintage V12 engines
  and the greatest strains this season
  and I grind for that very reason
  the toxic air that I'm breathin a leave an average man weakened
  watermarks still on the houses as i drive by
  crack the soundproofs let a cloud out it
  trill shit
  Next time I vacate I'm bringing all my cars on a plane with me
  Lor' see the same we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions
  Grapplin' hooks scaleing the building rap with no hooks I'm high hows you feelin'
  Captin hook wild'n in the ceiling though no stealin that shit heard i know the feeling
  these niggas a borrowin yo style like you wasn't about to go do nuttin with it
  That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
  and people I ain't got to name cuz they was probly here gettin high wit me
  If you don't know where to put it at than I'll ride wit it
  There I try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city
  In the heart aint no love or no pity
  Looking for charity that dog don't hunt don't come in the woods with it

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  Breakfast

  Some of the good things that weed can do... PSA lemme start shootin a fuckin commercial... JETS in the house! YEAH!
  I'm so cold with it the potency of the beat is consistent with the fact that Mos (def) did it, prolific not shaken or stirred in the presence of those niggaz, herbs, they only after your bread them fuckin birds, you think they like your haircut fair enough, live your life partna, guess I could keep these 2 cents in my pockets, add that to these under ground rap dollars, refused the majors and stayed real I kept my promise, rolled Bambus in the Bahamas mama, it's either that or them strawberry-coladas, X-Box web browser, download an updated NBA roster, play an 82 game season, condo full of snacks, Spitta not leavin, off brand muthafuckaz, odd numbered, you are not even on my level write that sickness, ink pen sneezin, Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleepin, you ear-hustlin muthafuckas and I'm eatin, creepin with your side bitch, hope I don't get caught cheatin, New Orleans this mornin, New York in this evenin, squintin they eyes at shit they can't see him, fly as a hive buzzin, the buzz can't be him, illegible letters in my ledger they can't read 'em, smilin' money pilin' I'm cheeseN', odometer broken I ain't know that I was speedin, fast lvin slow gin for these bitches, I got that gang from my Pittsburgh nigga, SV Diablo '96 wings lift, Daniel-san Crane kick, WAHHHH!

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  Top Of The Money

  Yea... Yea... Yea.
  This ain't no mixtape
  Damn we might has just named my album
  Yea... Yea... uh.
  Grey polo sweats, yellow gold rolex
  Blue facial mask, ya'll niggas ain't on that
  One of the best rappers, you havent heard yet
  Though over the years I've enjoyed my success
  Where would underground rap be minus the jets?
  At home living inside it's all kind of depressed
  Gotta watch where I step, there's all kind of traps
  Trying to keep me on the ground, I ain't got time for that
  Trying to put me in my rhymes where we supposed to be at
  Fly society mansion with swimming pools in the back
  New Orleans what's happenin?
  Yea your dude is back
  Might see me in traffic in the Caprice classic
  With the windows crackin, it's me flicking my ashes
  Cut the check and I cash it
  Blow it all on glasses
  95 air maxes and mad pounds of Cali
  No socks with the bad ones them bitches keep lookin at me
  [Chorus:]
  I'm on top of the money [x3]
  Like the dope boy mattress.
  Passin broads in my car they be pointin at it
  I'm on top of the money, like the dope boy mattress
  I'm on top of the money [x3]
  Like the dope boy mattress.
  Passin broads in my car they be pointin at it
  I'm on top of the money
  Like the dope boy mattress
  I'm on top of the money
  Like the dope boy mattress
  Got deals on the table, silverwares and napkins
  The right moves they help me take care of my family
  Two coups will make me more of a chick magnet
  Spitter destined for greatness I always knew it would happen
  I just laid in the Gap like one of the store mannequins
  From the back burnin my attack I was plannin it
  And now I'm bendin corners in the Nomad Wagon
  Sittin them 22s with the staggered fittin
  Fishtail tail whippin I'm burnin rubber my tires spinnin
  Spittin what I'm livin never lyin in my lines
  I'm the truth in the booth hit it real when I rhyme
  They see me on my grind and they be like aw shit
  Spitta fly that plane he gon make em all rich
  We just do our thing we don't listen to your shit
  We just listen to ourselves we the niggas ya'll fit

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  Double 07

  Featuring: Curren$y
  [Intro]
  Looking for someone down the line
  But no one will be there to see ya through
  Fuck all y'all
  [Verse]
  Shelter from the rain in a parked car
  Chopping game, I defined my slangs
  Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin the 96 rain
  It's insane I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes
  My independence remain
  Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
  I grind and maintain my piece of mind
  Almost lost it once on the line
  But see that I found it just in time
  A mercenary killer
  Paid for bringin debt to these whack niggas
  You call them rats that's why them labels never called you back
  Pimpin, yeah jack, spitta snap,
  Long flight, turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
  Double 07, but i ain't talking agents
  Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing
  You uneasy in my presence
  Dumb questions, dumber statements
  I'm on a whole nother level
  Roof terrace, you the basement
  Couldn't gain possession
  Them haters couldn't take it
  Can't see me unless you sleeping
  Nigga Freddy vs Jason
  Snoozing on a jet movement

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  The Pledge (in And Out)

  Ride Chevy ride by to cross the Bridge of Terabithia.
  Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya.
  Drought just from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya.
  The one they turnin up their speakers for.
  It's undeniable that I'm liable to own the world as I'm entitled fool.
  Get it right all I need is a try or two.
  If I was you I'd only do what I wanted to do,
  And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah.
  Park my jet at the end of the block
  G-Shock matchin' my Argyle socks.
  This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew
  This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot.
  Take me off of my roof. I'd be a damn fool I Mapquested it
  It's right at my next exit, shit.
  Catch my bread I'm right back in this shit.
  Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest.
  Only in your hands does your fate really rest,
  But you could leave it to another man be my guest.
  Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step.
  Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death.
  Sucka ass niggas ain't rappin that real.
  Ya'll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild.
  Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel,
  But they never get to do it cause I can't keep still.
  Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel.
  Before I get on the beat the beat write it's own will.
  Trees in the grinder, the battles on chill.

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  The Day

  Whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
  Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
  You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble
  Brand new tires
  Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks
  I'm so sorry
  If I don't look happy to be here
  In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
  Man fuck it I'm out black on
  Than I'm bout it fool
  I got a studio in my house
  Along with some the perks
  That come with my work
  Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
  There is not a adjective to describe how I work
  Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
  Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
  You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
  You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
  Learn how to roll with the punches
  Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
  If it anit the jets then it anit nothing
  Yo the king closed his cloak
  The set was overful
  Such a excellent moment
  So emotional
  He rushed out on the field
  So devoted for
  Final victory clutch they went postal cold
  Glory overload
  Hold up hold my coat
  Please remeber this day
  This changes everything we can do anyting
  So you show anyway
  My momma told me was always call a spade a spade
  Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav, but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so
  I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
  I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
  Back to the thesis
  To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
  Back to black and gold valleys
  Dit knees with the creases
  Pullin youngin by the coattails
  Schoolin em who the beast is
  I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
  I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
  Cause I'm a throw my number up
  I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
  And summon up the thunder what?
  The voodoo man is coming bro
  Can't see the forest full of trees
  It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
  Tell them boys their run is up
  The king rose his and spoke
  The set was overful
  Such a beautiful moment
  So emotional
  They cried out on the field
  So devoted for
  Whole team champion they went postal cold
  Power overload
  Hold up hold my coat
  Please remeber this day
  This changes and so you show anyway

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  The Candy Lady's Crib

  Bitches know the planes got it
  Bitches know the planes got it
  Bitches know the planes got it
  And where havent havent we uhn
  Vinnie Johnston get in the game, lay put up points quick microwave
  Industry coruption they tryin to point shaves
  Dummie down, why, when my audience is just as smart as I
  If you saw me, told somebody I bet they thought you were lying
  Fly where never in the space I'm in
  Never roll round corners that I've been
  High driving impalla slams, sparks flickin, trippin, scrapin the off ban,
  Fuck it nothin of it my mechanic is the man, and them
  Hit em on the jack, the part replace that, asap that's that mothafucker
  Like a deffintion, O.GS watch me I'm a flow right out the television
  New aero bills reverse sitchin I'll I will re-invent the wheel
  Prerequisite, intellagence plus sexiness canidate to be a jet miss
  Queen for a day put cha on the foor of the mardi gras parade
  High and she smiling wave
  Brush up on it, get the rust off your moves my lil poney
  Which ya fine ass cold bottle and my grape cool aid and my wine glass
  Smokin amsterdam green with my fresh blue number 9's
  And my red headed honey from burmease
  Lip stick smears, pass port stamps, eyes simease cat lady the trance
  Shineing in my Marijuana trance
  Bull shit still waiti on me when I get back
  Deal with it don't run
  Square it up burn down another one
  You goin to the candy ladys crib wontcha bring me somthin

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  That's The Thing

  I keep on comin' back oh back to you
  Baby uh, I keep on comin' back
  [Verse 1:]
  From day one they down to ride
  Every second since then they're by my side
  Broken hearted from the last, often she cried
  But holdin' on to love for dear life
  Before everything was good, we had a great time
  But fall out over something, a few months down the line
  See clearly love is blind cuz we can't see a way out this
  No, reach a compromise, honestly I'm not tryin'
  Cuz I wanna be with you but they callin' me outside and I'm like
  How can a man choose? I wish you'd understand
  If they're mother wasn't you I'd really just be playin'
  Might splash up and be through but my heart's still in your hand
  And I promise that's the truth and I hear what you be sayin'
  And I feel your point of view but somehow I forgive that shit they taught
  Up in loot
  Late night speedin', I'm close
  I respect it if you left me but I'm glad you never do
  [Hook:]
  See here's the thing
  I won't sit here broken hearted
  Boy, we gon get back where we started
  'Cause I won't need you, no
  I gained too much to lose
  I've already bothered you
  And there's nothing left but just us two
  You're everything (you're everything)
  See that's the thing (see that's the thing)
  Yea, that's the thing
  [Verse 2:]
  And I'll fall asleep next to none of them hoes
  No matter what's poppin', I'll be sure to make it home
  There's no excuse for wilin', I'm just makin' sure it's known
  And I'm actually not doin' half of what I could be doin'
  I'm slowin' down, tryna make improvements
  Thinkin' 'bout the future and shit that
  What cohesive union, raise a little princess, a junior
  Soon as I make enough with this music cuz you've got my attention
  I'll be patient as I pursue it
  It would been the best for both us if you'd just sit through it
  When it's all said and done we would have everything, a beauty
  And sail into the setting sun, but I already know
  That you done her a visit like a thousand times before
  And I done promise it like many times more
  But I've been sincere, I see us winnin' and we almost there
  (Hook)
  I've already bothered you
  And there's nothing left but just us two
  You're everything (you're everything)
  See that's the thing (see that's the thing)
  Yea, that's the thing
  (Bridge)
  You wanna go with me and we connect
  Now we're supposed to be
  I'm all yours, all yours, all day
  And I could fix
  I'm gonna walk you out
  Cuz I proved out
  So I tough it out
  So I'm all yours, all yours, all day
  (Hook)
  See here's the thing
  I won't sit here broken hearted
  Boy, we gon get back where we started
  'Cause I won't need you, no
  I gained too much to lose
  I've already bothered you
  And there's nothing left but just us two
  You're everything (you're everything)
  See that's the thing (see that's the thing)
  Yea, that's the thing
  I said I love you
  That's the thing
  I won't allow you
  See that's the thing
  You know I love you

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  That Ain't Right

  [Curren$y: Talking]
  Tru Records exclusive, Curren$y Da Hott Spitta & XL
  Action packed nigga get your cassettes ready
  It's about to go down like this here
  Uh, uh, these niggas keep hatin, that ain't right though
  I'm a throw it down like this here
  [Curren$y:]
  Now I ain't trying to take over the game
  I'm just trying to get a Range Rover and a couple of chains
  I got a X-ed out college bitch giving me brains
  Gave her my e-mail address and an alias name
  And they tell me take it easy but I can't help it
  I want more green than the Boston Celtics
  Let a tru nigga breathe don't be selfish
  Bet on hot spitta competition getting delt with
  Hollerin bout you totin guns
  But I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force Ones
  And U hollerin bout money ain't got no funds
  And U rappin on beats using pots for ya drums
  And you'll never see me with ya bitch
  Oh I got the hoe with me, you just can't see through the tint
  And I'm beggin ya dog please don't quit rappin
  If you quit rappin I quit laughin
  [Chorus: x2]
  Don't wanna see us with no paper ha (that ain't right)
  Don't wanna see us niggas make it ha (that ain't right)
  I ain't gon call you a hater dog (cause that ain't nice)
  Just let a nigga breathe in the game aight
  [Curren$y:]
  I got a flat so I had to leave the V in the garage
  And X see the bar on his Bentley?
  Headin to the spa for a weekly massage
  Me, ya lady, and ya sister do minagé trios
  And I just copped two Porsches
  And the dashboard got more wood than the Evergreen Forest
  Pull up on the block, two glocks two torches
  Shorty too hot like papa bear's poridge
  Talkin bout you pop caps to wet me
  The only cap you pop is off a bottle of Pepsi
  I got enough waves for you to ride on jet skis
  And fuck a bodyguard I let the tech protect me
  Hell in a black end male with white break lights
  Known for spittin raps out like that on tapes right
  Say you got skills ha bitch keep frontin
  And I'll carve ya face up like a Halloween Pumpkin
  [Chorus]
  [XL:]
  I guess I ain't supposed to spit
  You probably want me locked off in the back so you can hush my shit
  You probably thinkin is C wrong for this
  But XL ain't just a name known for production and shit
  If ain't nothing else, I'm never ya bitch
  Lyrically I'm hot, like the different color paint on my six
  And if y'all really ain't on my shit, it's cool
  Cause that ain't right
  I guess I know you better than me
  You probably a pimp who get the pussy wetter than me
  You probably a thug with more ice and cheddar than me
  Fuck that if I was you I'd be better than me
  Ya bitch you, you better be better than me
  You're probably right, that ain't right
  Naw dog, not on your life
  You're better off trying to fuck with a dike
  If you smart why you sound so dumb on the mic
  You can't fuck with my beats let alone what I write
  My click, or the fact that we tight
  It ain't us, ya'll ain't doin it right
  I ruined it right
  A producer that ruined your life
  Aw fuck it they done gave me a mic
  [Curren$y:]
  That ain't right [x16]

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  Summer Reading Listshow lyrics

  Summer Reading List

  This time for all the marbles ya'll
  If not now then when
  Spit vicious and proud of it
  In the future
  My city will build monuments
  Listin my accomplishments
  Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
  Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
  2008 gone with the wind
  Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
  Life of the set
  Killin em with the charisma
  Fly private jets with the wifey
  Continental for the side piece
  But atleast it's first class shit
  Bitches be happy for a shot
  At that first class dick
  Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
  Ride around blastin
  Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
  Serious as a heart attack
  Doin my own thing
  And ghost writin on the side
  Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
  Better lookin
  Hope I didn't go over your head
  I read alot of books man
  In the studio burnin the pound
  Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
  Make fly tracks
  Those go to the Zune
  Bumpin in the airport
  Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
  My girl got the roll away Lou
  She hold a nigga down
  So I lace her up
  I drive her vet
  And let her take my truck
  Niggas mad
  I see em every second
  They turnin greener
  The envy eatin em up
  They gettin thinner
  Stephen King writin
  Keep the lame niggas frightened
  Air Max 95s
  Red & Green
  NBA Live
  Sega Genesis
  Nigga what you think this is
  Straight up on the real pimpin'

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  Success Is My Cologneshow lyrics

  Success Is My Cologne

  You should be rolling up by now
  Knowing I'm a look
  Cool in them
  Black and white pictures
  When they talk about
  Underground rappers
  Gettin high and making history
  I'm sick and tired these niggaz
  Claiming they as sick as me
  They lying I checked your chart
  Your file saying you soft
  Something fishy hoe nigga
  You more bass then boss
  Off the boat small fries
  And stowaways get tossed
  Can't party on the shore with us fool
  Get yo floaties up, kiddy pool nigga
  Ain't really that cool
  Can't follow these moves
  You need more expensive shoes
  Working out smoking strong
  On a week long cruise
  Bonfire with theses bitches
  Singing songs to the moon
  Too high to judge
  Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
  Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
  Back shot revenge style, ain't no love
  Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
  Cover my tracks don't let my bitch know where I was
  Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
  Same as my OG's but I put the Jets in the mix
  Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
  Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
  On my flint 13's, no retro 3m reflective
  Ya bitch tight recklessing my DM's
  Sexting tryna see him
  Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
  I'm building one of them hunny

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  Skybourneshow lyrics

  Skybourne

  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  Box Chevy, No Tint
  Floatin inside... aquarium
  Yeah that's him,
  Compository sketches is all
  They can't catch us... Jet Setta's
  I jointed the mile high club somewhere over texas
  Plotted my climb since the homie played the black lexus
  I told em put it all on spitta
  Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
  Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it
  Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's
  Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
  Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that high grade
  Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
  That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
  Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me
  [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]
  True vision and the impeccable timing
  Shine so the blinded don't look twice
  My Fresh don't it look nice
  Yo DNA ain't the same pimp so naw you don't look right
  Fuck it, I fast forward past yours...
  You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
  Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to loose
  I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
  Let me lay down the rules,
  Get money by all means,
  Survive at all costs put god 'bove all things
  I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts
  Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk
  Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
  If you ain't spending money then what did u call for
  I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all spoke
  The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke
  [Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
  Came through to conquer
  We killin this since contra
  No sponser and I'm smokin on a mini launcher
  8 grams nigga fuck with me
  Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
  I don't blow reggie bush, neva would
  This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good
  With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers
  Definers, drop gems so timeless
  Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ
  Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat
  Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars
  And them bloggers like oh my gawd...
  Smokee robinson, earl james, and george kush
  Round table eatin pasta like mobsta's
  Make a killin off sour D

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  Silenceshow lyrics

  Silence

  [McKenzie Eddy:]
  So I see the setting sun and I get to feeling numb,
  Down on that side of town, back where no funs around.
  Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be.
  Just flows so easily, some I think may call it free,
  So cooooooooooooooooollllddddd,
  So So Coooooooooooolllddd,
  I can't believe you cooooooollllddd
  So ooooooooooooooooooooo
  [Curren$y:]
  Uh, Yea...
  As the joint burns, o the point that it stinging my fingers,
  Tracks my talk show platform...
  Part Phil Donahue part Jerry Springer
  Momma come when I bring her...
  She go where I send her.
  Kept it trill from the beginning
  From square 1 maintain square business
  Don't concern yourself with my minglin with other bitches
  So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold,
  Silent foot assassin approach.
  High when I stroll,
  Not even leaving foot prints in the snow...
  You know
  [McKenzie Eddy:]
  Can't believe you cooooooolllllldddd
  Soo ooooooooooooooo whooooooaaaa
  So I see your face again, back where I've been travelin
  Time... I think it seems, to have it's grip on me.
  Friends they say they call it for you,
  No matter what I offer you.
  Can't believe in history, living in this misery.
  So cooooooooooooooooolllllddddd
  So So cooooooooooollllldddd
  I can't believe you cooooollllllllllllddd

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  Prioritize

  [Curren$y:]
  Ray Leather on my Hoosiers
  Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda
  Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo
  Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops
  Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves
  Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
  Hoe's jus followin' they noses, to my door it's
  No joke momma jus roll this
  You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
  You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus wait
  No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate
  Because I had fate certain
  I can make it shake, like turbulence
  Sweet sugar babies all sleepin' in my nursery
  Walkin', suckas go to shufflin', nervously
  Won't stop til I reside at the top permanently
  Twenty-One joints burnin' for me
  [Hook:]
  And if you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel
  But you can lay back, let yo paper stack
  Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper bill bitch
  [Nesbey Phips:]
  This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
  I guess it is hah?, cause I'm in first class makin' beats
  Sippin cranberry, no liquor
  Deboard the plane, hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin'
  Even tho I'm a fall back nigga
  But that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz
  People do show love
  Fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
  But leave them blunts in yo car, cause we don't do those cause
  That's a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
  Now she, cookin' me breakfast after lustin' me for dinner
  Figure she won't lose cause she fuckin' with a winner
  I told her game over to reset press enter
  [Hook]
  [Curren$y:]
  Mission Impossible completed
  Obstacles are obstacle illusions, we don't really see 'em
  They put rules in place cause y'all need 'em
  Some people are like sheep
  I got no mercy for the weak
  Especially when niggas next to me, ain't ready to eat
  I put 'em in position to get them, I'm gettin' me
  Louisana traveler twistband
  Lookin for my music, is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
  Kawasaki ninja on the kickstand
  Any minute I'm Audi
  Like 4 rings, true and engineering ya got me
  Bitches longin' to be by me
  Hypnotic karate
  Talk that dress right off of her body
  She so wet, she soggy
  From these verbal massages, highed up
  Astrologist, smokin' with yo goddesses
  Swore that I would do all of this

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  Privacy Glass

  privacy glass, down halfway, reflections cast
  on office buildings as i pass
  bitch feeling some kind of way
  sitting right next to me thinking 'bout what's next with me
  intimidated by the playaness, ain't no how to say the shit she texted me