Curren$y

[fox69]

"Crack BC"
(feat. Young Roddy)

"Crack BC"
(feat. Young Roddy)



[Currensy:]
Yo, Jet Life
This Spitta
Ya'll know I ain't saying nan crack, no soap
Let me get out Roddy way & let him do his thing. Feel me?
I called in a professional! Here's a professional let me move
[Young Roddy:]
These my 10 crack commandments
They can't tell me nothing bout this coke, nothing bout crack, nothing bout this weed
This for my hustling niggas
Niggas on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you niggas
Uh, this my tre-first commandments
Aye! I been in this game for years, this shit made me a savage
Word to the mama, my niggas they tote cannons
Rule #1: No serving in front of cameras, cause that's the quickest way to get you thrown in the slammer
#2: Scared money don't make loot
First car, without a lisence, lil nigga making moves
And if them jack boys got you nigga
Then I move
Cause it'll be another nigga dead on the news
#3: That shit cold blood if you ask me
Only speaking when I'm spoken to
So barely do I speak
From talking out of turn, can get you 6 feet deep
So you better pay attention, fore yo ass become dinner
#4: I know we heard this before
But my homie getting high on his own supply
#5: Never hold no cash where you rest
Cause it'll be more than them Jets coming for your neck
#6: That goddamn credit... whatever
You think a crackhead paying you back?
Nigga never
#7: I'm at the dice came, like "bet it"
I win a few grand, spend it with a dope man
#8: Never let no bitch hold your weight
Cause in the hood, some days a nigga safe ain't even safe
#9: I'm tired of coaching niggas how to grind
Better cop a few rocks nigga
Break em all down
#10: Should've been #1 to me
If you ain't getting pen'd, stay the fuck from police
Like the Gingerbread Man, tell em'
"Catch me if you can"
Ain't tryna do no bid, fuck livin in the can
But will a nigga like me ever snitch?
Hell no
Them goons will wack you in that rain, sleet, hail and snow
Follow these rules have mad cash to rake up
Make money easy like a layup
Jets nigga
These my tre-first commandments

 

[fox69]

"Cruzin..."

"Cruzin..."


Cruzin down the street, real slow
Rolex hanging out the win-dow
Boys smell like hella weed, shiit
Try telling me something that I don't know
Front of my crib looking like a car show
Back of the crib, we building a grotto
Yo brother got a gun on him, yeah i know
He just watching out for assholes
Sucka niggas never get past go
They don't deserve tomorrow
They running on time that's borrowed
Might get run over at the crossroads
Smoking on gas in a hard top
Six-trey in the mothafucking parking lot
Parked outside the strip spot
Bout to see this bad bitch my girl bringing out, for me
Chevrolet's rolling like dice
Dayton spokes shining like ice
Never seen game in your life
Recognize when it's in your eyes
Chevrolet's rolling like dice
Dayton spokes shinin like, yeah...

 

[fox69]

"Cut It, Redone It"
(feat. Corner Boy P)

"Cut It, Redone It"
(feat. Corner Boy P)



[Curren$y:]
Phantom pull up like a pamper
Bitch I ain't pull up I landed
Boy I'm so fly I can't stand it
They say I'm not from this planet
I run a show single handed
Fifty grand rubber banded
Paper chasing never scrambling
Talking money never rambling
This is all about advancement
Pretty Chevrolet is dancing
Do it like I know magic
Bitch I been a pro at it
Couple hits for your cataracts
Cadillacs is outback, the mansion
Get a glance at what a nigga stacking
Never that my brother and them will clap you
Fuck it, seen the sixty eight droptop at the junkyard
Drug it, over to my shop to give it a new start
You know we, gut it, we cut it, redone it
Now we Canal Street stunting
My mind right and my money right so y'all niggas can't tell me nothing

Cut it
Done it

[Corner Boy P:]
I stuff OG in the kingsize
I hit the bitch in the kingsize
I had the bitch sitting ringside
Head so good ask the bitch what's her ring size
We trade the foreigns for bowties
I trade Chanel for a blowjob
You worrying about me what's your hoe's job
I'm scratching off in the parking lot
Like fuck it
Arm out the window on my celly
I don't serve them niggas they be telling
Had them bitches in and out my telly
Towel under the door you smell it
Pack was bad still sell it
Run it up and fuck it up
I just matted out my truck
I'm fucking her and fucking her
A lot of money ain't enough
I'm tryna stack the bricks and pull up
I just copped a drank and pour up
Sneak diss at me I pull up
I ride the Jeep with the doors off
I'm with a bitch she don't wear drawers
I hit a dab then I dozed off
On a jet checking my son report card
They don't like me in the game I'm a bogart
I live my life with sports cars
I park them all on my neighbors lawn
Niggas try to count me out now they paying for it
Before I hate on the boy I'll sign him
And then push his album back like a lining
I be in the D more than the lions
If a deal ain't worth a mil I ain't signing

So cut it
So cut it

 

[fox69]

"Da City"

"Da City"


[Intro:]
Yeah, turn it up a little bit
I remember this from the beginning of Menace II Society
I started wearing my socks high after that too
Spitta that nigga rap slow live fast
Six fo with the switch box under the dash
327 rat underneath the hood
Got it growling like something need to be in the woods
Just dipping through the city where the choppas fire
Young niggas on the set like they filming the wire
Seen my homeboy Dip last month got hit
With a shotgun blast but he survived the shit
Bitches talkin bout Spitta say the nigga so clean
I swear he got chlorine in his veins
Made my low low lean like it sip codeine
Executive suggest that Spitta better switch up his flow for the cheese
I don't comply and complain
They try to tempt me but I restrain
Refuse to compromise, I won't change
Like I vow to forever where the same thing, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Damier Doobies"

"Damier Doobies"


[Verse 1:]
I be fly out there
You be in the crib
Changing a hundred times
With the bubble guts
Nervous about what I'm a wear
Queeny ass niggas sitting in a king's position
Fuck out the throne
Might Kong that's my chair
Yeaaa...
Jet wings been fly
Since Pimp C cop'd his first Byzantine
My niggas who been had change
They know what that mean
Cause they been had change and those type of things
Keep fresh bars laced with green
Irish Spring
Coach my team right
We all ball get rings
Hoes encroaching
Approaching
For proceeds
Groupies gross me
Fakin like they know me
Hot Spitta not the hospital bitch
Shut ya face
Roll weed

[Hook:]
I keep it in my
I keep it in my Louie pouch
Bitch I keep it in my Louie pouch
Trees in my Louie pouch
Trees in my Louie pouch
I keep my trees in my Louie pouch [x4]

[Verse 2:]
I be high out there
Walkin round Walmart
Open the slip-n-slide
Turn the aisle to a waterpark
Neighbors wake up
Come outside when my car start
454 roaring
7 o'clock in the morning
Takin 5 on cloud 9 if you looking for him
Tropicana Pomegranate Lemonade for an OG
Arrow in a shoebox on the Jordans
Had elephant print around the borders and the corners
It don't make sense tryna pose opposition to the Jets
Fuck around get mangled in the engines
Not pretty
I came in here
To put it down for my city
We just chillin
Blowin trees to the ceiling
My name Curren$y
And I came to get it
Lady Gaga built right
She can get it
Nice video Wale
You should've had ya dog in it

 

[fox69]

"Daze Of Thunder"

"Daze Of Thunder"


I'm in that 77 glasshouse Kelly greenin rims with the nice lips angelinas
Jolie roll me anotha sticky steama got them bitches pressed like I brung em to the cleaners
Fool don't lie you ain't never seem him in person you just heard about them tracks he be mirkin
Bout them hoes I be workin like one up for the piimp
Got a yellow bone bitch Rollin weed servin grits
You know curly head Amanda Ain't she from Atlanta Condo on peachtree roomate named Pamela
In love with her body girl don't sweat them lil love handles that's where I put my hands at when I snatch you up to ram you
Ask ya BFF about what happened when she passed through baffled by the castle mind unraveled
Say the smoke was amazin and the bed life magical fuck ya homegirl good and let that news get back to you
Now it's like you got to too curiosity brought that pussy cat to the house with me and I killed it
Suckas hate the jet life cause they not allowed to live it fool I'm dead cereal killa fuckin serious.
Nigga this is personal you can't get no whiff of this I roll it up myself and then I smoke it till the end of it I
I'll burn it half way down and iput the clip behind my ear you bitch either way a square ain't sayin he got high with me today
Frito lay chip motorcycle coppers tryina see what exit I take off the interstate so they can follow
But I ain't trippin I got it like money in my pocket and the clip next to my license that confirm that I'm a pilot
I'm stumblin cross the red carpet laughing spillin bottles u stuck in yo hotel room waiting on yo stylist
You can't get dressed with out em cause u got no inner flydom showed up like where the hoes at
Fool they all in my room ad-miring the ass now I'm a smoke to that before tell you get in bed and arch ya back
Smooth rap served chilled musical cognac audio dope surround sound crack all that
The sunroof top and the diamond though not in the caddilac cause I'm a chevy driver
I've been all over the map my home at the bottom winter hot like summer big chrome skinny rubber
Rust bucket I spent 1500 on that muh fucka another 30 racks restorin that muh fucka
40 said you got a bad bitch better tuck her like chris they love bumpin Mac dre on the way to get some paper
Haters is mad we get high and get rich I ain't slowin down for nothin george kush the button like what does this do fuck it here goes nothin
Ya mans is somethin... else class by himself high off radar stealth
For the love of the jets until it's nothin left you ain't got no gas go over there and syphon some of theirs
Game cold fridgeidare tho it's fair no choice for us to play so you might as well win mane they say it ain't errthang but that's that loser talk so ask them mane

 

[fox69]

"Dead Presidentalz"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Dead Presidentalz"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Figured it's time that I step back from the game
And peep it from a coach's point of view
So I can see how niggas went wrong and how the players was grown
And I can do it how a pro supposed to do
No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit
The line of scrimmage is wicked
Niggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick
Drop back like a all star QB
Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats
You niggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry
Looking for vehicles and accessories
Like I do, and every representor of my crew
I get love from Cause and the Piru
Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant
Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want
Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese
Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out
The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see
I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out
But I'm on to 'em
Spray the chronic-killer and talk calm to 'em
"Good day officer, what's the problem?
You looking for answers? I don't got none"
I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money nigga

[Talking - Lil Wayne:]
Ha ha, I know that's right
Hello World, Yeah, Yeah
Uh Huh, Music 2 Fly 2 comin soon y'all

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
You can see me on the, Eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch
Fuck the world make it walk with a leg twitch
Flow retarded, I'm on some special ed shit
The magnificent twist it like a dread bitch
And I can get up in the car and drive
And if the record ain't a smash, I can still survive
Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me
Shit, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me
Yeah, higher than all of the angels be
And, no I never choke but I strangle beats
And, I am just a player in this game we beat
So go blame the referee, don't complain to me
And I used to have a cutlass on stainless feet
Passin' all day up Latoya's Street
Back when Scarface used to sing to me
Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be
Back when I was pedaling my ten-speed bike
Who knew I'd be pedaling the six-speed white
Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite
So if you are female dog, you don't fight
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
Rich ass nigga, I got all my masters
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
Rich ass nigga...

 

[fox69]

"Defenseless"

"Defenseless"


For the homie I just seen
Just seen him for Thanksgiving
Tryna make a mil and not get killed
Cause your life only matters to your immediate family
Lil daddy this shit real they'll flip you
Looking through fear goggles
A successful scholar just a dangerous nigga
You get too close they squeeze the trigger, self defense ya
Take from the world something that was God given
And they keep doing it too
Got me nervous as fuck in the Coupe
Like I got 10 unwrapped birds in my Coupe
And I ain't riding with shit but a soda
Cop still drawing weapons on the pull over
Civilians playing sheriff too
Hunt ya down like it's the thing to do
I only said it cause it's true
Cause it's true
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
It's about the ruler keep your head up
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
Know you dealing with some real shit
Rest in peace to Joe McKnight
The vocal booth is more potent than the voting booth
Smoking one for his whole hood
Y'all stay up

 

[fox69]

"Disappearing Ink"
(feat. Styles P)

"Disappearing Ink"
(feat. Styles P)



Yeah [x5]

Uh Shit so dark you need night vision just to listen
Disappearing ink it was written hieroglyphics
Niggas lookin' like clones all saying they tryin' to be different
Reflection
So deceptive theres too much smokey mirrors

I'm stoned on my own playing oldies from my phone
Bluetooth in the coupe cost the price of a home
Always gone
Money mission neverending went through hell to get it
Spend them digits on princess flooded religious pendants

My mommas prayers keep me from dealing with deceitful niggas
I seent them niggas dawg and you was with em'
I wrote these rhymes to the sounds of you snakes slithering
I seent it like a flow model zenith

33 inch bro I mean it tho
Things can get real quick while I just play it how it go
Learnt that in the NO
Rap hustling fa sho
Bitches in and out revolving doors diggin' for gold

While I'm mobbin' in the side with no piece on my figaro
Diamonds on the lobster class just a light splash

[Styles P:]
Jet life block life
Whens the next flight?
Fuck the cop lights
600 horses right at the stoplight

Got you thinkin' when will the lights stop
6 for a nice whip
5 for a nice watch
7 for a nice crib
Live at the night spot
Homies with the dope nikes
Chicks with the nice drops

Moet in the ice bucket
Know he bout to light pot
Kush and the raw cone
Ringers with doors off and doors on
Eithers its peace or it’s a warzone
With Alchemist and Curren$y
with Alchemist and Curren$y

Mommy told me flourish
But money could never nourish me
So I got the juice like Q did
What you did
You ain't sayin nothing doing nothing you just frontin'
Had my nigga push a button with a ratchet and a new clip

That shit a hit your ear like a qtip
We just tryin to chill and get stoned off this glue shit

 

[fox69]

"Do It For A G"
(feat. Yo Gotti)

"Do It For A G"
(feat. Yo Gotti)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
You shoulda seen how I pulled up (pulled up)
Your girl got an instagram clip
15 seconds ain't enough
We talkin' bout a mothafuckin' feature film

And I heard you was mad at us
Well, wait until you get a load of this
Rally stripes center one
Scratched off like a lottery ticket
Yeah me and your bitch
Marijuana and liquor
Her favorite
Mama got good sense but her head game crazy
She on the bed like a stripper stage goin' in
She bust it open like a SLS Mercedes

[Chorus - Curren$y:]
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
All I wanna be, is all that I could be
All that I could be, that's why they fuck with me

[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
Do it for a 'G' or B-A-N-D-Z
Got an AK watchin' out for the FBI
Try'na be F-R-E-E
Do it for the OG niggas in the cutlasses
Old school Chevy and the hustlin'
AR-15, [?], SK bustin' it... Blaat!
Got them hoes on deck, Got them hoes on deck
Got the Benz and Porsche got the white Rolls Royce
And the doors on that, Go!
Opposite, I'm the opposite
I'm type of G nigga, ain't no stoppin' it

[Chorus - Curren$y]

[Interlude - Curren$y:]
Comin' down, papered up
They make em way for us, they know we holdin' now
I made a plan to be the man
Go and get it that money ain't gon' wait around
Comin' down, papered up
They make em way for us, they know we holdin' now
I made a plan to be the man
Real money only bosses in my circle when you look around

[Chorus - Curren$y]