Curren$y - #JetsGo Lyrics
[Background Ad-Libs]Yea. yea..yeaAin't nothing... to the next lifeFool ain't nothing changedRoll something up mamaWe *****ed upMake sure of it ..[Verse 1]Uhhh..Never will it stopCrate motors with Triple Digit BlocksYou wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocksBlow the doors off, break the motha*****in' locksNigga you know my Steez'Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speedMinus the busing, Keano ReevesTwistin them Fern-gully trees, ***** breatheYour man smokin good, I'm smoking greatT-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakesMurcielago green, just scored that FerrariBut I still got them Lamborghini dreamsConfetti fall from the ceiling to the floorThe JETS step through the door issue them awardsYour hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their drawsYou mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the setPlayin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner storeRockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-CrewArgyle socks, now watch them speed bumpsLove don't ***** my rims upMaybe well stick with you, put you on the Team OfficialBut Jet Misses never tell a Jet businessThat's how we do it big enough, for us to live in itThem other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,But never bring them withcha[Chorus]Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke, Collecting dough, adhering the Jet CodeAnd the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets thoughSnatch your *****es, bring em everywhere you cant go [Bridge]Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGONigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO*****, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGOCollecting dough, adhering the Jet Code[Verse 2]Now I just wanna ***** mad *****es, for all the days I neverOn second thought, I always had em thoughBut now they look better, and quicker to be down for whateverLike me, her and her home-girl togetherChanging the weather, by the chop of the Cessna PropellersWe landed on the water, the game that I taught herGot her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought herIts a game to us, we just hang and *****While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot JarsI'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up While we play the terrace and blaze upThese detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made upNot pimping, what you gave her Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with itThe Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin GivensThe Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little womenLook at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to GingerEven these bosses be slippin, I catch that Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the cityChristopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as BiggieMachine Gun Fonk, out of the BowlsBubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolledYou know the game CHUMP your chick choseBetter luck next time Captain Save herJets, Drugs, and PaperSex, Sport Cars and Vacations.........Yea
