Curren$y

[fox69]

"Scarab 38"
(feat. Action Bronson)

"Scarab 38"
(feat. Action Bronson)



[Action Bronson:]
Take me up, I'm ready
Take me up, oh
La Música de Harry Fraud
Amethyst and quartz, different types of burnin' herbs
That's the key put all these demons out the room, you heard
Fifty racks on heady glass to reach a higher ground
DMT inside the TP, I think I'm Mayan now
Hearin' lions growl while I'm layin' down
Play connect the dots with consolations while I fly around
This multi-colored dream world, this ain't Sea World
But similar, make it 3D twerk, just seen a Porto Rican zebra
It's the age of Sagitarius, archers on chariots
Large money hang in the balance
Like the intercontinental belt, the SummerSlam
Razor Ramone vs. Shawn Michaels part 2, bitch
He's really gettin' on it now
225, 226, 227
We're not gonna be able to catch this thing at this course
Should I go blind? I repeat, should I go blind?
Copy
[?] to break one, we got authority to run code blind
I repeat, we got authority to run code blind
Initiating sequence
[Curren$y:]
Huh
Overlookin' the veranda, me and my private dancer
My range like John Starks', she walk through the castle like Sansa
I took major chances to land us in this position
Where the engine mounted in the back of us
The streets chatter of us comin' up
It's like they glad to see the gladiators paper'd up
It was a prophecy fulfilled, now raise your glasses up
They chill properly, imported and stored until an occasion to roll
Celebrate, we get dough, another open door
Another closed, another mil', another deal
And once that ink dry, you worth upwards of twenty mil'
And in the blink of an eye, you're who them bitches feel
This shit is really real, matter of fact this shit is really I'll
But I wouldn't chose another lifestyle still
Paddle shift the F1 gears go up here
I got a stupid ass crib up there, I stay hid
Yeah
Sir, there are several large packages, large [?]
Yeah, he just turning in South. Now he's goin' into the inlet. Yeah, straight in. Yeah, and he got uh 3... got a whole bunch of people on the beach waitin' for him, at least 10 pepople. They are definitely beached. They're unloading fuel barrels. Yeah they're unloading the barrels. All the barrels have been unloaded

 

[fox69]

"Scared of Monstas"

"Scared of Monstas"


[Intro:]
You niggas scared of monsters (Jets, nigga)
This beat right here is a monster
Them niggas scared of monsters (Jets, bitch)
[Verse 1:]
You already know what weed do to my mind, fool
Make stars align when I step in the sound booth
Rhyme patterns dripping battery acid on the tablet
Letters etched in stone resting next to my phone
Best I be left alone when I'm resting on my throne
Writing that's exciting you, upset cause your girl like it
I guess I'm a psychic, I told you that I would do it
Credit Spitta for repping New Orleans hard in his music
I was cool with Master P when Eddie Griffin was foolish
Paid a California girl that was into Karma Sutra
Don't believe in Santa Claus, but I believe in monsters
They'll beat your head off if I leave you around 'em
Stay within your bounds, some of them city niggas clowning
I'm just looking down from my private terrace, lounging
You just looking down cause I'm steady up climbing
So high, I feel the temperature drop in the climate
[Hook:]
Cause niggas scared of monsters
Them niggas scared of monsters
This beat right here is a monster
[Verse 2:]
Sweatpants and Bo Jackson's
Listening to Pac's teardrops and closed caskets
Story got told that was oh so tragic
Every day in the presence the same shit happens
Nigga get clapped and retaliation follow
Homie kill whoadie, whoadie's homie's gonna kill homie tomorrow
Oblivious hood, I ride in my Monte Carlo
Pinning my rhymes of happiness, not sorrow
So I don't shift from sugar niggas, a pusher
That's why when my brother offered me a burner I took it
Pray I never have to use it but I keep it baby
Cause it seems the cool niggas getting killed lately
And I'll be damned, never mind, I'll put it behind
Delorean doing eighty five, I travel through time
That's how I got that old game, leaning on the Azure
Mama said nice car, I'm like this old thing?
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Scottie Pippen"
(feat. Freddie Gibbs)

"Scottie Pippen"
(feat. Freddie Gibbs)



[Currensy]
Showing no signs of letting up
Still kick you in the head like I think
You on the verge of getting up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra commando
Deadly venom spitting, niggas just a salamander
I’m living the life worthy capturing on camera, documented
How one of the last lives was deaded
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no sippin’
How I fuck them to sleep?
How I woke up out the building when I was finished
Keep it G, them niggas not original they muthafucking house of mirrors
Not quite the image, I’m on that Popeye spinach
Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square nigga
But now she trying something different
Windy City Bulls, mention the Nets, wool jackets and sweats, Scottie Pippens
My description, high of that fuzzy green prescription
Lying if I said that I isn’t
If you looking for that nigga: I is him
All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing

[Freddie Gibbs]
Reporting live from the devil’s pad
Breakfast here: two titties, two plus and a turkey bacon sandwich
2 seeds with eggs and bread jelly
My hoes they rarely pop that pussy,
They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis ’82 edition
Spotters body squatting on sixes?
Rather be counting stacks than stuck in the county, washing the dishes
Or washing drawers in the pen ?
I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in
Bail money on debt, come at my neck
Bless that boy cause that same place where him ? where he slept
I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber
The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher
Stay with the purp out of piso?
Smacking as deep as needles
They runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the eagles
Randell Donavon or Micheal
‘Fore I picked up this mic I was hitting licks
Did dirt with plenty disciples
I’m gang bang affiliated, federal investigated, self educated
All my co-conspirators catching cases
I dropped straight out of college and I majored in home invasion
But believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
Leave faces with operations, closed casket console
Tryna make million dollars, fuck a million downloads
But if that equal the same, smash it up and give me my change
I made a lane up in this game so niggas goin’ remember the name
Gangsta Gibbs ho, two bitches cooking in the crib hoe
Still push a bucket but I ride it like a Benz hoe
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slanging raps, from slanging weight
Said the Fred the new age Brad call me baby face killa

 

[fox69]

"Search Party"

"Search Party"


Sucka ass niggas keep stealing
The real ones keep building more shit
Clown shit that I'm not feeling
Too much, cut that bullshit, snuff they dealings
Mainstream got it all fucked up
You want the real dope then you gotta come to us
Underground niggas papered up
Fuck that award show
Get 'em tickets to my bitch like "yeah I'll go"
I gotta get these bars wrote, that raw coke
Musical key loads, boat loads, car loads
Hollywood celebrity types and hood stars know
You're existence is hanging in the balance bro
Residuals is critical, we need them stacks kid
Wake up to them bowls, no cereal
Plane materials is how I flow
If I write about it then believe it's what I know
That's why it comes so easy to me
You see literally I flow like a river current
While them other niggas fronting, finna say fuck it
Star write screen plays
Swear my life like a movie in so many ways
Aw man
I'ma kill a niggas spirit when I pull up in this
The kid cruising by without going into the event
Crew members in attendance so I'm represented well
I was in the studio with that triple beam scale
New beamers, swerve 'em in the rain, make 'em fishtail
Reckless, though I mean well
My intentions were good, but my niggas too hood
You was talking down on the set and it got back to 'em
Now my dog highly upset, I gotta watch what he doing
Cuz if he catch you slipping he might do something stupid
I worked to hard for this to see my niggas lose and being foolish
I was aware the snakes was there when I moved in
But that money make it easier for home improvements
Make sure that you trust your shooters
The closest ones to ya be the ones that'll do ya
I ain't have to tell ya

 

[fox69]

"Seat Change"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

"Seat Change"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)



[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool)
What it was
What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding off they weddin' rings)
Uncork the champagne (Yeah)
And she just wanna ride with a G (Yeah)

[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
(Yeah, Yeah, Fool)
Fresh out the time machine, I step
Mercedes Benz SL5, the rides kept
I play the field with stiff arms and side steps
Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep
Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept
When I mention my intentions were to step
Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me
We've got history
I know I still can be, fool
And women I've been with know it's true
No matter what I got goin'
Saw me wit my mang thang
Still got my number she textin' my phone,
She just wanna ride with a G
I can't knock her
For fuckin with these imposters,
Lower case G's, little me's
Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed,
My budd covered in fuzz
But not surrounded by the police

[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Playa, playa, lay a, spraya
On the real loco
I should be the mayor
Compassionate, rare
Fly to a spider
Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper
My cipher is G's
No fleas, green trees
No seeds, oh please
We press, we ease
Artistically in a midst of me
I'm mystically and magical
The weight I form the group
Makes a move I mean cuz my shit is like classical
It blows my mind and I know
This new diamond I quote
It's worth about a mil ticket
Baby is ya down to come get it?
Cause my seat is unoccupied
West coast livin' is you down to ride?
We can take ya to the spot maybe,
But it's hot baby
From the bottom all the way to the top, baby
You with the boss dogg, that it is
See I'm bout the currency with urgency
Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Selfish"

"Selfish"


High spending that nigga, in the club fresh like I'm dressed to take pictures
Full of that liquor, Ryder keep on popping rozay, and Dre keep twisting those swishers
Man we living, and these hoes know that, recognize my face, I pause for that Kodak moment
Homies ten door ronie walked up on me and said she was rolling, this how we going, but she can't sleep in my crib because my girl will be home in the morning. I'm so sorry, but I'm trilling the bong whistle got a stack of money ready to peel and you can get it sike
See a trick iv'e never been, baby down that road iv'e never went
What I look like giving you half my chips like you roll half my fly ass shit biatch
[Chorus:]
Maybe I'm selfish, I did it all on my own you ain't help bitch [x2]

 

[fox69]

"She Don't Want A Man"

"She Don't Want A Man"


[Verse 1]
She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
Even though I knew shawty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues,
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships,
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don’t fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners, feel a void inside her
Cause she wasn't fucking with a rider
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
[Verse 2]
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
Most bitches ain't ready
But Shawty ain't tripping, she was living already
My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Cant get too far I mean this isn't marriage bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
But she don’t want see him, mad,
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
She got dressed and left in a flash
But she saying she be back!
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
[Verse 3]
Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time
To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
We could fly more than a pair there's plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway
She bossed her way back she don't crawl away
Her body designed Frank Cartier
Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
Her man askin her whats wrong she don’t know what to say,
But she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we’ve made
She had far too much she could say
That fucking me was a perfect mistake
[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck

 

[fox69]

"She On My Mind"

"She On My Mind"


[Verse 1:]
Bottles pop, joints roll
With my folks, in the vip
Section of the club with my eyes on this model chick
I don't know who she came with
She look like someone famous
She knew every word to my song when the dj played it
I asked her what her name is
She smiled when she said it
Right now I don't remember but it sounded like somethin spanish
I offered her champagne and she told me she don't drank it
I told her I wanna see her naked
She said lil boy who u playin with
My next thought was ok then
I'm obviously dealin with a lady
I apologized for my statement
And we kept on conversatin
She noticed we was blazin
She took a couple puffs of the haze and
She rolled her numba on napkin
And after that she vanished
[Chorus:]
Now, she on my mind
Can't get this bitch off my mind
She on my mind can't get this bitch off my mind
The shit affectin my rhymes
I'm havin trouble memorizin my lines
Cause this bitch on my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm outside of the club
Me and my homies all fucked up
Tipped valet, hopped back in the truck
Whole ride home I was thinkin bout her
Thought bout callin her but I didn't
I didn't wanna call round all my niggas
Cause they drunk asses will be laughin an gigglin
And I ain't in the mood for all that ribbon
I just waited till I made it to the crib and
Attempted to call while watchin television
Wack ass cellphone trippin
Only get the strong signal when I'm in the kitchen
Walked in and dialed them digits
While the phone ringin
I'm thinkin bout her in different positions
Answer machine, voice sound different
Thank you for callin popeyes chicken?
Bitch get off my mind
Gotta get that bitch off my mind
Bitch Get off my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
This bitch wasn't even that fine
I only seen this bitch one time
Why I got this bitch on my mine
I'm a get this bitch off my mind

 

[fox69]

"Shooterz Zone"

"Shooterz Zone"


Skyline of the city where they repaired the Super Dome
And National Guard troopers roam
Because of this it's still the shooters zone
Because a lot of the wiling niggas is movin home
And they hungry homie, they only skin and bones
And they gotta eat something
And I'm getting money
So I probably look like a turkey and corn bread stuffing
To a little nigga with nothin in his stomach
That's why I don't wear more than that ice when I'm out stuntin
Cause niggas know my rights and I'm licensed to carry somethin
You could take a chance with your life when your out in public
Be cool as the fuck but everybody don't love ya
Nigga's don't wanna see ya with it
Dressed all glittered, impressing the bitches
Smilin in your pictures, wiling with all ya niggas
Coppin' Dodge Chargers as gifts for ya killers
Nigga's just livin
But wolves on the outside lookin in
And they just trying to bring ya good times till the end
Cancel your show, make this your last season
Senseless murders that never really had reason
You will shine and have wood nearly tweeking
He was jealous and that second you was not breathing
That's why I drop like rain
In and out the club before the DJ even say my name
Cause I ain't gotta stay long
Only thing I'm looking for is something to take home
Jack boys faking like they talking on a pay phone
Slipping at the red light, end up with your face gone
[Hook:]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
And I done tried to quit smoking about a million times
Breath in, listening to beats as they play
Breath out, after I think of what I'm bout to say
Ahhhhh
Now I'm right back where I said I'd never go again
Sun roof opening, moon light poking in
Haters I'm scoping them
Dippin with the A
Cause even cool niggas fall victim to the streets
[Outro:]
Oh niggas think its a game out there
Boy, man this motherfucker look like a fuckin straight forest nigga
You will get your head knocked off anywhere
I will give a fuckin, some old guy just got killed taking a piss
Outside an abandoned house
You better be lookin out nigga
Because it's goin down
Oh niggas think it's a game?

 

[fox69]

"Showroom"

"Showroom"


[Intro:]
Checkered flag type shit

[Verse 1:]
When the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
Less wind resistance, more power
You ain't sat in nothing like this once, nigga
Fresh from the pages of Car and Driver to the possession of high pilots
File it in my collection with the rest of my shit
Up-to-date bill sheets, documented mileage
Handbook in the console I know everything about it
Got your woman wet, she need goggles
See me on the set, I'm the picture of survival
Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the mothafuckin' Jets, you just mothafuckin' clown shoes
Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, just standing by 'em
Not really knowing them broads, just standing by 'em
No first class tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones
I'm adding dollars, you admiring
I'm Words with Friends whole time in-flight wireless
Email full of condo prices
Marble or granite, kitchen islands, home stylings

[Hook:]
Got a mill out the deal, I'm still on the grind
Got ten more coming just give me some time
Putting it all together, got something in mind
Show 'em better than I can tell 'em, they gon' feel me

[Verse 2:]
Show 'em better than I can tell 'em, they gon' feel me
Niggas I came up with changing up say they gon' kill me
If they ever catch me slipping, I don't give a fuck, sincerely
I know they just emotional, they love me, they fear me
They like my women, they see me steering, wish they was in it
Jealousy, just feeding 'em negative energy
I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies
Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
Can't violate the Jet code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's ten of me
Dropping record after record like them bitches slippery
I like nice shit and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
Get on task fool, trap 'til a trillion
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed 'em in New Zealand
Word to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
My God, what a feeling
Italian engineering, Decepticon ceilings
Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave, until then
Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great

[Hook]