Paperboys - Last Lieutenants lyrics

rate me

*yeah, hold on, shit, so smooth, ya..*

[Vinni]

ey yo I love it when the sky's blue

I'm leaning heavy to the side when I slide through

red in ma eye, you know how I do

ready to ride, me and my crew, veterans high

we keep the medicine inside let me guide you

were fly tool splitting hash with cynics

coz they don't wanna let these bastards in it

filling marihuana passed the limit

we've been ignored for these past few minutes

now I'm sure we're the last lieutenants

we get the cash printed while backpackers getting pissed

telling me I cant be rapping to this

I've got the snap of an immaculate wrist

keep it cracking in this natural mist

to make it happen, get my track on the list, I'm not an activist

I play it cool, the type that likes to stay in the pool

with weed swaying through ma molecules

I follow jewels while running with rum

that's where I'm humming it from

coming like, "Vinni, you son of a gun"

Chorus:

shit it's really all the same, ain't nothing to tell

and I ain't really trying to change always puffin a L

might as well yo coz I ain't tryin to be like you

see we just do the shit that we like to, "we're high"

shit it's really all the same, ain't nothing to see

we're only dealing with some change, ain't no fucking for free

can't complain, get a couple of g's and roll on

and all you funny motherfuckers so long

ther eain't nothing you can tell me

untill they're hearing the bells that set ma cells free

I'm wearing this shell might as well be

sharing ma spells where they sell g's

staring at fellas that yell please

spending parallell cheese, just like me

and same recognize same so I reckoned I'd explain

for a check in ma name

champagne and a second of fame, see I'm reppin for lames

mic-checking and I'm stepping up ma game

trained for ma turn to spit, It's ma life I've earned the script

nice and I ain't concerned with shit

payed the price and firmed the grip, learned the tricks of the trade

to fix shit like a switchblade, the music-industry is bitchmade

dummis and gimmicks and in a few Ill be running this clinic

I don't really care for none of your limits, that's on you

shouldn't listen to them fools they be wrong too

Chorus:

these are the gratest hits also known as the only hits

how long you think it is before we gon blow this bitch?

trade in these bogus kicks, shit sober up and focus

work the shoulders, see me vouge-ing like that shit was chic

or I'll be six feet deep - hating on the dream

still waiting for the cream

vacant with the scheme, naked all green with no bacon just skin

future science celebrating how they made him this thin

I'm breaking it in, awaking in the A.m., working overtime

I'll have your folders lined, big up to Copyline

the show is signed, sealed, pressed and shipped

- just in time, man I guess that's it

Chorus:

-see ya!<br />

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Thanks to RAzvan