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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Lean"
(with Currensy feat. Fiend)

"Lean"
(with Currensy feat. Fiend)



[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Styles P:]
I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax
Mad high getting stuck on fairfax
Now let me hit you with the clear facts
Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback
Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purpose
To bring a nigga down is the feds purpose
Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
White walls, caddy flow
That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know
Ghost be getting high on the patio
Hit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted tho
I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out
Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out
It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out
And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Curren$y:]
Right when fools thought I was all music
Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em
Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em
Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butter
I got that from hard work, I got more coming
My fly, My style got your woman
My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy
I don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for him
Me I'm Champagne pouring
Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door
Woke up this morning, and came up with a way
To settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggas
Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas
I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin
Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah
[Chorus: x4]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Leaving The Dock"

"Leaving The Dock"


They shippin' that Lam to the crib while I'm on tour.
When I get off of this bus, it's gon' be pedal to the floor.
'fore a nigga even set foot through the do' it's gon' be laps in that hoe.
Dolo. Fool, I ain't got time for no bitches.
But I do gotta Rolex where my long sleeves endin'.
A house on my wrist. A car on each pinky.
I got all of this, from laughin' at them lames while I'm rollin' up my sticky.
Lightnin' strike again. Jet Lifers, niggas always rewritin' history.
Fools hear our verses & rewrite that shit, they scriblin'.
Bitches see my bitches & consider tryin' women.
I pulled up drunk. Talkin' shit. In the lobby of my buildin'.
Push the button in the elevator took it straight to the ceiling.
Doors open in the livin' room, that's penthouse, pimpin'.
Yehh, girl I did it.
I'd advise you to play yo position 'fore you see another hoe in yo jersey tryna score thirty, ya heard me?
A nigga been focused since I said Hi to her.
We higher than the Eiffel. You suckas is like fools.
Fool, who designed you? Nigga, I was built to make sure this sucka shit get killed.
Homie Ima well, big muhfuckin fish.
Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live.
Of course if I rolled it that's top shelf hemp.
Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him.
Titties out, when I fall in. Bring the whole city out.
I did it for Slim.... Jet Life.
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Left My Keys"

"Left My Keys"


Took my jacket off as I slid to the car
Exiting the sports arena like a star
Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office
That's how you know you made it
Rubbing elbows with the life changers
Shaking hands with the strangers
Hanging 'round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers
Shit trill
I pray for my cousins who be banging
Hope that rap shit clicks
But that paper won't stop my loved ones from hanging
Rest in peace to the Jacka
Keep them Chevy's swanging
Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment
Killed the beat, showed up torched to the arraignment
Higher than a spaceship
Your honor in amazement
Couldn't even say shit
Let a nigga skate back to the interstate quick
All in the cake mix but never get the game twisted
Never coming up on lame shit
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me
Rolls Royce came through like Theraflu, nasty as fuck
Bentleys pulled up too
Shot callers on entourage members in the coupe
Trying to catch us slipping, but your bitch gave us the scoop
[?] to the loot we be on the move
Anything about it, you probably not even that cool
All I do is roll killa at the house on shrooms
Made a million dollars staying fresh and being true
Underground niggas, couple cribs, couple pools
Might piss in the mainstream, take ya'll money too
What the fuck dumb niggas gonna do?
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Legal Crack"
(feat. Fiend)

"Legal Crack"
(feat. Fiend)



[Verse 1:]
OG Daytons not them Eagle wires
Can't be compared to them Fisher-Price riders
Blowing Indo smoke in the face of outsiders
I remember being broke, I did not like it
Now we all on top, this shit lopsided
In the presence of G's, baby can't hide it
She finna cheat, it's already been decided
Before even our eyes met she was familiar with my concepts
We were each other's conquest, or so I guessed
I get dressed and back on my business
Discussing Jets on those, in my chilling clothes
But in my grind mode, really though
[Hook:]
Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac
Checking my traps, counting my cheese
Ducking these rats, watching my back
Fuck the police, after my scratch
Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?
[Verse 2:]
We ain't never gon' die, holmes
Too mothafuckin' live for 'em
Rap task force, got eyes on 'em
Only thing catching cases is my iPhone
See my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned
Reefer through your speakers any song that I'm on
Riding Caddy Biarritz, my bitch know daddy the shit
I get it, stash it, and spin it, light up and do it again
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Fiend:]
Yeah, legal doses of cooked up coke up out my notebook
Before that chronic tree you slung that dope or you made that coke cook
Soft or hard, white or tan, smoke the green
Cornbread right out the pan, Jet Life stamp so you know you're paying
It's 22 thou, gotta count it again?
From the city where they yelling like (Fuck police!)
No man's safe on no-man's-street
Them boys been crazy they don't smoke no geeks
It's Jones baby better get your freaks
Five hundred horses, mind drifting on Porsche shit
Pound your Z, five hundred-thousand, that's gorgeous
Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it?
Hoops and in-n-out combos, contraband to my clientfolk
Ladies catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto
Aqua flow so underwater, Loius Vouitton goggles
I drop it up and drive, time to thug light my hydro
[Hook]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Lemon Kush"

"Lemon Kush"


Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still...
Yea jets
Fool
?, ?, Run your nigga right back
Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack
No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that,
Yea
Wake up in the morning wash my face and then I brush my teeth
Ain't gotta roll no weed, my shorty roll em while I'm still asleep
I'm caught up in that thang, mary jane got a hold of me,
environmentalist I'd hancuff myself to a purple tree,
Snooty Trudy lyin to me sayin she ain't heard of me,
Groupy who you foolin you know you be youtube searchin me,
I'm startin to believe these freaks is passin by us purposely
Hoping that we off on sofa seats and we palm drinks,
Iz you trippin ain't no niggah sippin nowhere close to me,
Keep it pimpin Jets up over bitches, how its pose to be,
Fire red thighs with the ice so cold feet,
Shot out to bangaladesh that's what it do we tryna cop a beat,
You know where we at if you need um,
Somewhere in the scraper with the beats up
Something pretty wit me rollin weed up
She dog you cuz you treat her like you need her
Make sure you see my shoes I kick my feet up
I made it cuz I always stay g'd up,
If I said it then you know you could believe me brah
We keep it way to smokin aint have no seats up
Bitches flirtin sex appeal cuz we got that corvette appeal
Did it independent for the record, fuck a record deal.
Did it for my niggahs on the sets still at it
I asked um wats good in the hood and they sayin shit happen
Wild niggah still clappin, cheese eatahs still rattin,
I seen it all before like a rerun of family matters
I'm laughin at my partner, lost 5000 in that madden,
my younger homie beat him, he 13 yrs old stackin,
I'm watchin action jackson in the palace smokin cabbage,
just relaxin mixin hashes till I feel like I know magic,
I'm travelin an seein the mad jets, cashin the mint checks,
We got now you got next, and I know you mad stressed
How I made it thru the stress: stamina, long wind
Who you think you fuckin with the Jets, come on man
Better clean your lenses, fool you lookin at the wrong man
Stong scented weed, old cars new bitches in the seats
Yea
Jets, fool.
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Lemonade Mimosas"

"Lemonade Mimosas"


Treacherous bitches tryna snatch bricks out the crib before you build it
Roll one up for my nigga, gotta smoke it alone cause somebody killed him
So I'm roaming the city stoned, won't leave the town alone
Stay puttin' on, new shit
Louie Vuitton case for the pool sticks
Want it off the brick, show you what to do with this
Audio drug lord, penning that dope for yo ass to smoke
Four bars like an 8 ball of snow
Hundred dollar bills rolled into a straw
She havin' a classic coke, her model feature still intact
That powder yet to take a toll on her
She in the suite at the game huntin' business owners
Tryna get one of them fools to throw a ring on it
Won't be me or none of my homies
That money got our attention every minute
Every second thinking of ways to bring them cheques in
It's a obsession
[Chorus:]
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes'
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean
Lames we don't know them
Game to be sold, not told
Count it up, stash it
Then bring some more in
This is not a game but we playin'
With some dope bitch
Paid in the shade nigga
Lemonade Mimosas
Uh
Airport passenger pick up
Lookin' like a showroom
This how our bitches come to get us
Every moment worthy of pictures
Each one worth a million
Shift gears like pulling the trigger
Killin' them niggas Leave they head spinnin'
They find they women missin'
Mama tryna kick it like a habit
But if its not bout cash I keep dippin'
That cadillac viscous
Thats the homie Vish shit
Painted and on switches riding to the bank
Fuck what a bitch think no tint on the windows
Sharks in the fish tank chillin
Twistin' a zip of that dank
On a mission to get bigger
Expansion, more mansions
More vehicles, more Villas
Imagine it, my nigga
[Chorus:]
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes'
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean
Lames we don't know them
Game to be sold, not told
Count it up, stash it
Then bring some more in
This is not a game but we playin'
With some dope bitch
Paid in the shade nigga
Lemonade Mimosas
Paid in the shade nigga, Lemonade Mimosas
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Leroy"

"Leroy"


She had Chanel gloves
In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk
Looking like real love
Fucking the whole head trying to get to the million
But run to the G's when she wants real fun
She admired that I come from where I come from
And done all the amazing things I've done
Out of the rubble, out of hustle
Handheld court to the our vented door
Beautiful struggle
Make you pretend I love you
[?]
Follow homeboys above you
Come down in your dreams to warn you about them niggas and their schemes
So much reggae shit for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things
More change
Hope not to get caught sleeping when they dope slang
Mind games, bitches try [?]
Designer drugs came, rearranged everything
They didn't see that it never change, still the same
Just like your OG's was saying
You thought they was playing
Cold juice in the booth
Don't spill a drop don't leave a stain
[?] old coupe, brand new
Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out like [?]
The sky's about to open up over your head
Better retire
I need vacation
Lay on a beach for about 90 years
You got 10 seconds
One
Two
Three
Four, five
Six, Seven
Eight...
[Choking]
[Door slamming]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Life I Chose"
(feat. J Townsend)

"Life I Chose"
(feat. J Townsend)



Botched hits, failed attempts
Though we never died, suckers better hide
Or regret they tried
Fumbled, 4th and one
On the goal line, I'm 'fin to take it back that 99
96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine
Bitches trying to sip, don't get to drunk to ride
Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time
We might need you for a mission
I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it
Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep 'em high
Surveillance at the marina, they ain't think I seen 'em but I spied
They tried to tail us home from the arena
Hoping that would lead 'em to a lead
We waving as we pass off, peace
Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me
Doors you got to be walked through by OG's
Triple OG's, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island
Trying to get right quick like right now-ish
[Chorus:]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I'm living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I'm given
That's why I don't fuck around, don't fuck around, don't fuck around
Cause you know I'll make it down, I'll make it down, I'll make it down
Paper straight but I keep it in the closet
Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets
My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor
Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce
What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid
I lost some but in the end I won
When its all done they say I was the one
Don't apologize though, I ain't worried bout it
Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time
You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by
I could probably teach a a class
So much work, I make it seem effortless
Everyday sweats I'm in still fresher then peppermints
These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real
Independent hustler, then I got a major deal
Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga
[Chorus x2]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Life Instructions"
(feat. Smoke Dza)

"Life Instructions"
(feat. Smoke Dza)



[Curren$y]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked my man.
Kick it in yo streets like bad Chris in them garbage cans, aww man.
Them bitches think I'm ballin' so they behavin' differently when I be in New Orleans.
I'm fallin' back off 'em they crawlin' on 'em, not half-way complainin' just makin' a true statement.
Which quite basically is what's missin' from this game we in, create the world in which u tryna live in kid.
Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doin' bizz (business).
But best believe I'll bring 'em with me anywhere I is.
What a hater say will never affect the way that I live or where I go just makes me fuck they bitches in they crib.
The game I got was raw and given' to in by Slim referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs.
Make sure I don't punk out in the streets but don't get too close to the curb.
Jet Life too high for the birds.
[Smoke DZA]
Right, big doobies rolled up you know how we do.
Snow beach low like Ray Warren '92.
Rugby's all flavors; lime green rod labors to all the world gettin' paid off the talent GOD gave us.
I'm parlayin', Marley's got me smack, twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded.
Niggas hated, now they all tryna get in.
All the slick talk, I know ya'll ain't really mean it.
Sleepin' on the kid, I hope the bed was posturepedic.
Beggin' for a verse I'm like cock-sucker beat it.
What ya budget like?
Go head and find a way, you tryna get in the loop I make 'em pay to ride the wave.
Jet Life, it sucks to be you.
Tryna get swagg, you gotta purchase this foool.
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Life Under The Scope"

"Life Under The Scope"


[Intro:]
Yeah (Where haven't we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media... Press)
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity if I rest,
In between destinations a lil hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh,
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin',
Waitin on ya to contridict yaself
All be and edvict yourself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle aka wood in the bengals
And just my Wayans brothers in the prescence of danger,
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
Stay calm knowin' we belong on the top,
But we ain't trippin',
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss move me so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is,
Them niggas is bomb,
Throwin partise like yeah bitch come
They all at my art showin,
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mouse
[Chorus:]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everything is a test,
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press,
They just wann see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
[Verse 2:]
(Yeah)
Vintage any chance hangin' from the ceilin,
Naked beauties and blush pillows in em,
Incense and fresh linen,
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthins
The fake niggas it kills them,
And the Big homie said
That he "Still got visions of the rooftop."
As do I,
George, Jets and Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my I'm pala seat,
A New Orleans nigga,
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Skibeatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key
[Chorus]
 
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