Al-Doe - Nowhere Island lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Frank Lucas: What is that you got on?
Huey Lucas: What? This?
Frank Lucas: Yeah, that.
Huey Lucas: This is a very, very, very nice suit.
Frank Lucas: That's a very, very, very nice suit, huh?
Huey Lucas: Yeah.
Frank Lucas: That's a clown suit. That's a costume, with a big sign on it that says "Arrest me". You understand? You're too loud, you're making too much noise. Listen to me, the loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room. I told you that. Alright?
What you tryna be like Nicky Ponz?
Huey Lucas: What's your pro'lem with Nicky? I like Nicky
Frank Lucas: Oh, you like Nicky?
You want to be like Nicky?
You want to be superfly?
You wanna work for him?
Share a jail cell with him?
(Verse)
I'm having dinner in Vegas
Venetian Palace
Gold chalice
I smell cram
My jacket venom
A stack of denim
That's craze style(?)
Gray 11's
I'm pissy drunk
Which way to heaven?
Peel off like a snake machete
I rat on niggas that steal spark
Fuck them coppers, we kill narcs
Where's my therapist, asparagus,
That's the grill sharp
Deported funds
My Mobb deep, is for the guns
Only thing OG about you is Jordan Rums
Huh! Cool table, try tryna to sit with me
Cardium pension, I wrote this first calligraphy
Spectacular, that's my pen name, shit
They know it's conscious
But never I fought with genesis
My weed is lit
Stumbling when I leave the wif
Feet are fucked up, then I leave the bitch
Try my piece of shit
(Hook)
Nobody knows,
The Genesis keep calling me
Nobody knows,
Open cases, I just hope I got the lawyer fee
Nobody knows,
I've been on these pills to take the pain away
(Verse)
We speak in codes
Corner pushing
Repeating close
Fingers scrolling through contacts
Deleting hoes
Superstitious
All these bitches be moving sloppy
She sucking me next week
She gon' be fucking rocket
Reefer puffing to cure lines
Deep discussions
Risking freedom for money
Like fuck the repercussions
Asking lil' nigga if he need a pack
Two sell, but they watching, I'm bringing
Beepers back
Lord, forgive me, you know what's under
My back seat. I bring the trap up
Never needed a track beat
After y'all wid it, my car killin'
Stars give it, pictures like war hard gibbet
Huh! This for grinding niggas
My 90' niggas
Skip the town on P.O.'s like come and find me, nigga
