CURREN$Y - The Usual Suspects lyrics
rate me(feat. Smoke Dza, Fiend and Cornerboy P)
[Intro:]
Uh, sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental
183rd shit! Uh, right!
Cooking up a batch, ladies show they titties
Real niggas tip they caps, real trappers
For my hustler niggas with no choice
Posting up slanging that oh boy
Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce.
Life is good, no, life is great,
Now I'm about to get my niggas straight!
God bless a nigga with some legal ones, so I can stay off the interstate, no!
Not everybody getting money,
Not everybody selling out shows,
Not everybody toured the world like 4 times, 3 albums in stores, uh
From Australia up to Montauk I kill em with the don talk
And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip hop ...
I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king
But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the pimp
Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link
I'm like fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that ..
That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ
And smoke some of this sweet tree
And everything will be ...
I told your bitch like Alex Rawls
Mister Jones, full riding laws
Pop my calls in a ride with paws
Got a lot of nines, you got a lot of fours
I'm a lane ward man got a lot of goals
Know how to get the kitchen like a lot of ....
Know when to burn out, before it's time to go
I'm a highlight real so rewind it, hoe!
Pick them up, out the pound
Lighting up every time the Saints get a first down
Hold the flow so you could search right now
You can get a purse and some work right now
This ... hand, hoe, don't get the back hand!
She change ghosts like Ms. ....
He paid a ho to come back fam
God damn!
They respect the don
18 karats with the red rubies and the.. is on
Platinum Rolex, double roll bezel
And walk around with Alexis on
Courtside in my Concords
With my niggas wiling out smoking out tours
Life's about choices, got to make yours
The right set of keys open up the right doors
We’re trying to turn a little something to a lot more
You gotta go a little further than you won't go
It's like a hundred out there had enough blow
I'm talking enough blow to make it below, zero
I'm the underdog's hero
To that dope boy, praying for a kilo
To the little nigga praying for a way out
Keep your head up, Shawty, we gonna make it out!
Made it out now
Hella stamps in my passport
Overseas airports
Coming through the hood up in foreign cars
Bitch letting the weed flow.
Uh, I'm hood rich, I can't change ho
Meeting smelling like weed smoke
Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal
Probably why a nigga take like a kil of dope
Nigga, you need a plug!
Uh, top soft, but I grind hard to afford
To... them switches to my dashboard
... and all, exotics to nascars
Amongst all these stars, seven grams in the row
That's a Grammy award, in my granddaddy car
With my granddaddy can go higher than a halo
Sliced like tomato, with precision on them blades ho
It don't go down until he say so, extra cheese, hold the mayo
Got stacks in San Diego, now I'm hiding out
Large amounts to count,
Just fill them duffle bags and weigh them
Spitta slayed them, no Santa
She's thirsty, get a Fanta!
Bitch passing out, somebody's Phantom
