This goes out to all worldwide Let that playa ass nigga, be yo guide As we go on a to hood, chrome, leather, and wood And it feels so
One mornin' I, woke up next to a peanut and a caramel chick fucked up, flicked out, freaked on Thinkin' about my new truck with tha' deep deep chrome, deep chrome, in tha deep dome After a massage and a menage, we got in the Let water down tha crack of the back of they booty Got out tha tub and went back to the bedroom One put on Prada, one put on Ludi, I put on Duty calls, I'm bout to hit tha and ball
But before I leave, I on some Issey Miyake Take my truck up to tha wash, put tha sparkle on Wax on, wax off like Mr. Go to tha liquor so I can get blunts, get yak So I can sip some while I one Chronicle into follicle of my body down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none Hit one
Hop in tha' ride, come and it wit me So I can take you tha' so and so hundred block And show you how my people be it in tha windy city I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we our scratch While we sit on leather grippin' Where tha' hustla's got packs and tha G's got And pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood And it so good
And it so good Turnin' corners my pinky man my hood on a B And lanes is understood I'm a baller livin' man Leather and it feels so good
Now I done seen niggas flip twenties Flip twenty-ones, twenty-twoes Jordans, flip two-fours Mega ballin', new got a new store, TV screens, hundred-forty spokes And we fittina' roll, off Madison to the manor In a drop-top Sippin' henny rollin'
Feelin' so motherfuckin' I could roll my vehicle to And spit it like, this is for tha sippers slow it down so you feel it, plus it make tha words figure And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you When it to spittin' rapid-fire lyric Adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man, get the I hit the club gotta freak in
It's the and the DJ bumpin' tatoo Track move like some Southern blues Or tha Cooper, got cruise And they got it's packet-proof instead I be tha hottest rap Dude, ride to this while you peel yo You could go around tha block or tha whole world When you come back it's still your And it feels so
And it feels so Turnin' corners my pinky man my hood on a B And lanes is understood I'm a baller pimpish man and wood Said it feels so
I spit game wit tha intellect to tha media I'm in tha Encyclopedia Brittanica Come and take tha world wit' me girl If you good I can see if I can be yo manager Get yo career on track and yo on point And I'll show you how yo go Tactics quicker than a hat-trick go
Smokin on some fire, dro I know it's good when you smoke that Puff that herb, get dirt, hit that lick Cop a motherfuckin' Bently car Cop yourself a Bently crib Pop that ass, throw dick, twork that thing Bust that nut, that top, turn the base up Put you a chameleon paint on tha
Get iced up, bumpin' grooves as I new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-town In my city come and it Ghetto Blues If you snooze, you lose don't pay for tha Tre-pound Take tha time to kick wit' yo home and feel yo nugz on hatin' on tha l, big family We gon' steady up and Im'a still smoke good And it so good
And it feels so Turnin' corners with my man my hood on a B And switchin' lanes is I'm a baller livin' man and wood Said it so good
And switchin' lanes is I'm a baller pimpish man Leather and it feels so good
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