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Дата випуску: 24.04.2011
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Everywhere I Go |
Now the question has been raised, what the fuck happened to you? |
Well I can tell you what did not happen to you |
You didn’t get your ass on this Cathedral mixtape |
Sissyyyyyyyyy |
For not knowin' the ways you can be capped like a NBA salary |
Lives taken haphazardly, them sons of bitches is bastards, G |
That’s why I be high B, so don’t ask me why I’m not speakin' nigga |
Just ain’t countin' no money up wit' cha |
The fuck we got to talk about? |
Not seachin' for Bobby Fischer |
But somethin' sticky and super official |
To burn with my girls in the parkin' lot |
Surrounded by 'em before I got out |
Parched aren’t we? |
Honestly shorty, let me check make sure I ain’t got no fleas up on me |
From minglin' with them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches |
Old veterans get bit by the youngins |
I swear to God that them puppies 'll kill ya |
Field of dreams, they come true if you build it |
So I made myself if y’all can dig it |
Everywhere I go we roll up |
Everywhere I go we pour up |
I know you think you shinin' nigga, so what? |
It wasn’t going down til we showed up |
You know it’s going down-n-n |
You know it’s going down-n-n |
Across the water or across the border |
See my second line deep like I’m from New Orleans |
You a snitch nigga type that’ll call the law |
So before the slaughter I get my thoughts in order |
Seen your rapper on stage you and your little crew |
We so sick of these Thelonius dudes |
Annoyance grew and the audience boo |
We had enough of your corny excuse |
Living in the world of my own adventure |
Life a gunfight, a knife is your only weapon |
You don’t really know what the fuck you stepped in |
Better chill right now, life such a blessing |
Save the feedback, where the weed at? |
Imagine me at an intervention |
You the one who need an intervention |
To stop you from interruptin' sessions |
Wow that’s such a nasty habit |
Wow this marijuana marriage got my wifey jealous |
I get selfish when I’m making fuckin' classics |
Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or Colorado |
When we blaze in the club the Jamaican bud |
Got me feelin' so special, no bravado |
Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get paid |
Cup of some drank keep it stuck in my ways |
Livin' life tryna catch me a wave |
In the same state they used to wholesale slaves |
Pimp tight nigga hold up |
Presidential when I roll up, like a playa do |
She in love put nothing above purest the drug in a day or two |
That’s a playa move, in this game of life can’t cruisade or lose |
You gotta be willin' to be the villain to give it gator shoes |
I heard it from an old school kid, say I had an old school soul |
Told me I was bound to be great, never fall for the fake |
And never ever chase no ho, gotta make that dough |
Crack my seal, pop my trunk and work my wheel |
Cause every now and then, reflect on times |
That I ain’t have dimes to fuck or dough to spend |
So I gotta keep my mind right, forever run from the limelight |
I don’t need no fame, my aura shine so bright |
I’m a star in my own right, forever loyal to the game |
I love this nostalgic shit |
This whore right here |
Is literally like the perfect blow job |