La The Darkman - Lucci Lyrics
[intro: la the darkman]Gun rule. we gon make this spicy.Its la trapacanty right here.You know? and we gon do it like this.Yeah. darkman.[la the darkman]Yo, yo, watch the corleone give neck ties and puff bonesStick arabs for the crystals like indiana jonesWitness, la, hands of stone, on this action packed odesseyMajesty, livin out the golden book prophecyUnstoppable, iron shiek of rap speaksBlaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeepTazmanian, rebel, new wu tycoonTwo thousand-five lyrics, youll catch on soonNew entrepreneur, no match to go to warOn tour, blowin smoke out the four by fourEnjoyin life, I dont know a man who live twiceCee-lo, king, rollin dice, holdin glaciers of icePlayin ninety-seven matten at the loft of manhattenWhile I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicksWith a bad chick, la been raw since eighty-sixOn the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mittsSon, Im fortunate to still be here, shells is closeCity lights, la the dark, stay conceilin the toastCuz thieves who decieve get loot the mostBut thieves that see me are left holy as the ghost[chorus x2: la the darkman]For that lucci, its all about that lucciFor that lucci, its all about thatGettin money in many ways in these lasy daysWith venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays[la the darkman]Id rather die if Im not livin fly, now yCant get a job with a corporate, ***** it, Im gettin highSuicide commited in cells, dwellers square as hellChildren cant have a chance with impairable bellsSufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soulReach one with a cold force, gon be the one that have to be toldBehold the son of God with a scrollFlame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and rollLyrics is gold, darkman pushin up in the landHit a spot fot a rolex watch, two thousand gramsNow dip, cuz loose lip shorts aint shitBut in this drug rap, I bang like the bloods and the cripsGuns and clips seen to make my state rotateStayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jakeHoldin my weight, now a purchase bout to caseWhen I coke em and drop em it equal cali earthquakesI escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain platesGet ill like al capone after sniffin that apeAnd my state from the halls of hellSing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring[chorus][la the darkman]Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapersCake junkies on the jones plannin a heist to get ya speakersIn that acura, same soldiers attackin yaDesert camellion, no civilian, better know as draculaSeven, Im bout to see about a half a milWith twenty niggaz perfectin in kung fu skillsAnd ***** *****es, they only want they name on my willAnd all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killedMy shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friendI represent on all tracks like the number four trainMaintain, its all about the cheese you gainI get the studies, then the money and the *****es, ***** the fame[chorus]
