Curren$y

[fox69]

"Sidewalk Show"

"Sidewalk Show"


One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters
One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher
Letter never be divided, OG game provided
By the star of the show, not a side kick
My side chick got a side chick
That boo came to clip and slide on my ishh
If I can find time
Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind
Forgive me for that braggadoious line
I'm not so flashy with mine
But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I'm really on the grind
Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes
I say it, I plant it and then it's mine
Roll up on me and see with your own eyes
That SLS keep em surprised

 

[fox69]

"Silence"
(feat. McKenzie Eddy)

"Silence"
(feat. McKenzie Eddy)



[McKenzie Eddy]
So I see the setting sun and I get to feeling numb,
Down on that side of town, back where no funs around.
Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be.
Just flows so easily, some i think may call it free,
So cooooooooooooooooollllddddd,
So So Coooooooooooolllddd,
I cant believe you cooooooollllddd
So ooooooooooooooooooooo
[Curren$y]
Uh, Yea..
As the joint burns, o the point that it stinging my fingers,
Tracks my talk show platform...
Part Phil Donahue part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her..
She go where i send her.
Kept it trill from the beginning
From square 1 maintain square business
Don't concern yourself with my minglin with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold,
Silent foot assassin approach.
High when I stroll,
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow...
You know
[McKenzie Eddy]
Can't believe you cooooooolllllldddd
Soo ooooooooooooooo whooooooaaaa
So I see your face again, back where I've been travelin
Time.. I think it seems, to have its grip on me.
Friends they say they call it for you,
No matter what i offer you.
Cant believe in history, living in this misery.
So cooooooooooooooooolllllddddd
So So cooooooooooollllldddd
I cant believe you cooooollllllllllllddd
So cooooooooooooolllllddddd

 

[fox69]

"Situations"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Situations"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm floatin', I'm killin' 'em
I'm floatin' off weed, [?] you lovin' is me
The price, you don't deal with them
I travel the world, 360 degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib, see all the TVs on the walls and the rooms that I'm livin' in
Why talk to these women friends?
Cause I'm spendin' benjamins
I hope y'all don't break up
Cause if y'all don't make up then I'll be the nigga to get revenge
No I ain't basic
She diggin' my style
Lovin' the way that I'm livin' so wild
Lovin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Lovin' the way that I'm makin' her smile
Ain't had no really good dick and it's makin' her wild
And I'm the nigga that's with it
I'll start it and finish it
I'm with a broad that be tryna be innocent
I roll a joint she could probably hit it
Y'all will go broke in a matter of minutes
Ain't about the love, it's about the digits
See all this money in front of me
Young nigga gotta get it
[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
And I ain't came at a bitch neck yet, nigga
You just nervous, worried, depressed, stressed
I'm laid, stretched out, leg room, first class Taylor Gang jet
Niggas talkin' shit, I'd rather count up
Gossipin' another's shit is so childish
Keep that from 'round us
No squares in the Pentagon
By silent alarm, you have alerted the don
Now war already on
You crawlin' on the floor tryna get to your phone, nigga
It's desert storm, we outside your home, nigga
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
2009 a lot of y'all styles was born, ugh
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Sixten Switches"

"Sixten Switches"


[Hook: x2]
Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches
Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it
[Verse:]
Uh, word to this 8-ball hanging from my key ring
Spitta got a thing for mary jane, and Dana Dane's turning lane
Back bumper scraping, purple ghost flames
Only see it when the light hit it right
Painted by them pro's mane' cause I know where to go mane'
High roller sitting low, could enter it in a show, fo' sho'
Chief exporter of that audio dope, as if you didn't know
These niggas try to copy my flow, I switch up on them though
Bitches want the real, them hoes see me, they be tryna' run up like a hill
I be like chill
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet"

"Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet"


[Intro:]
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
[Verse 1:]
The fuck you thought?
That ain't the super sport package, the fuck you bought?
I don't plan on bein' in a police chase
But if I do holmes I doubt that I get caught
I had some gear work done, headers, cam, exhaust
Parked outside of my fort
That's my getaway car, easy access, top off
With the push button start, you know me dawg
[Hook x2:]
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
[Bridge x2:]
And we can make crack like this
As long as we slang raps like this
Make that paper stack like..
[Verse 2:]
Fruits of my labor
The grind major, player, investigators agitated
But this is legal paper that we makin'
Sure is dope bein' sold, and yeah we the ones sellin'
Audio ki's, the price go down if you cop heavy
Them other fools rushin' they cook up they shit not ready
We waitin' 'til its perfect
Mix it down and then we serve it
The ones who sleepin' on it don't deserve it
[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
Life...

 

[fox69]

"Sky Miles"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Sky Miles"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Hook:]
We came to take you higher
And higher, and higher, flight
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down
Leonardo's katanas, we in town
Found with hoes around us, dirty rotten scoundrels
Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders
Yeah I party, bitch never seen a flounder
She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter
Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall
Like the inside of them late 70's housing
Nigga, I'm Mitchell and Ness, vintage flow
OG, no retro, grab a nugget
Pack a bowl, that's Super Tecmo
Chivel es dough, shut the door bitch, let's go
[Verse 2 - Willie the Kid:]
In my new car, going like I'm too far
Money show truly who you are
Whether you a star or a shooting star, a shooting star
So you want to spar with a southpaw, get your jaw draw
I got a bitch like the black Zsa Zsa Gabor
And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull
In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila
She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer
What up Spitta? We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita, spring water with the flow
Break the bank like it's brittle, brush money like bristles
Official, a root canal, bicuspid
I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband
But I'm in love with the money fuckin' lusting
Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin, I'm Teddy Ruxpin
Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy
The fly Jet Life insure Met Life, right?
Hot Spitta with me, never a Dull Moment
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Skybourne"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA)

"Skybourne"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Box Chevy, No Tint
Floatin inside... aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us... Jet Setta's
I jointed the mile high club somewhere over texas
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black lexus
I told em put it all on spitta
Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's
Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that high grade
Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]
True vision and the impeccable timing
Shine so the blinded don't look twice
My Fresh don't it look nice
Yo DNA ain't the same pimp so naw you don't look right
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours...
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove all things
I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts
Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
If you ain't spending money then what did u call for
I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all spoke
The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Came through to conquer
We killin this since contra
No sponser and I'm smokin on a mini launcher
8 grams nigga fuck with me
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
I don't blow reggie bush, neva would
This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good
With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers
Definers, drop gems so timeless
Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ
Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat
Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars
And them bloggers like oh my gawd...
Smokee robinson, earl james, and george kush
Round table eatin pasta like mobsta's
Make a killin off sour D
They lied money really do grow off trees... yes

 

[fox69]

"Sleepless In New Orleans"

"Sleepless In New Orleans"


[Hook:]
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, quit playin' mama
[Verse 1:]
Walk in the house and shorty go the long face
Oh shit, whatcha home girl say?
I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today
You let them heffers tell it; I'm constantly on dates
And for the most part I'm in the studio droppin' my tapes
I invite you to sessions you don't be wantin' to stay
Til four and five in the mornin'
You worryin' bout me tourin'
And layin' up with these bitches
I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha
Cause basically
You be takin me
Outta my zone
Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringin' my phone
I answer it, you listenin' for background noise
All CSI tryna detect female voice
And that's so uncomfortable
You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into
I'm tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable
I'm almost to the point where I'm fed up with you
[Hook]
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
[Verse 2:]
Whatchu mean 'what I'm packin' for'?
I'm a give you minute, you've been actin' up
Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff
XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck
Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live
Clear my head, be back in a couple days
Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed
But they only get my dick, not my heart B
If you ain't the one you the proto-type, word to André
See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé
I don't ever bring that bullshit round home base
I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B
And even you said it
No other nigga can hit it like I did it
And no other will ever get a chance to get it
I'm tryna have it all Barack and Michelle
If you ridin' then I'll be back when it ain't hard for me to tell
[Hook]
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama

 

[fox69]

"Slid"

"Slid"


It's nothing new
Though it might be to you
Check how I sit
Check how I sit
Check how I slid
That's what I did
That's what I did
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Left 'em sick
They said I'm sick
Oh shit
Pulled up tough
Old school spaceship coupes luxury trucks, yup
And they knew it was up
Floozers choosing to rush, stumbling over ducks
Smart bitches waited on the real then we appeared
It took a couple years baby ask 'em where I been
All her life I told her I been tryna wrestle down the mills
She on them pills got her rolling like wheels
We swung a L then I shot back to my crib
Life is a movie who's the star and who's shooting?
Live action for dead presidents if it don't make sense
It make dollars and I'm all about it
Rolex watches for all my partnas we all poppin'
Rolex watches for all my partnas we all poppin'
And I ain't buy them fools shit baby we all clockin'
Yea
Check how I slid

 

[fox69]

"Slide"
(feat. E-40 & Ty Dolla $ign)

"Slide"
(feat. E-40 & Ty Dolla $ign)



[Curren$y:]
Yeah
From Cali to New Orleans
And back
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos, Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love on the left coast
Dippin' with my loved ones in a [?]
Smoked out, three wheels through the home depot
Then in flew right back to the [?]
In Canal Street with my people
They was out doin' donuts, like the shit was all legal
Burnt rubber, going crazy at the second line
Remind me of that one time, I was in the Bay with a homie of mine
Camaros and Trans Ams dancin' in the sunshine
Sideshow, they was like swung what you brung
If your engine ain't right don't come
The homie laid 5 grand on the trunk
Like which one of you boys wanna run
The cars then lined up, they raced he won
Got back to the stunts like what
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
[Dolla $ign:]
Tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Dropped two hunnid on a brand new drop
I just threw my six four back in the shop
Started all over, now my shit gon' hop yea
Dolla need the [?] with the t-tops
Dolla need VVS stones in his watch
Dolla need a real one, but not a little girl
Asked her what her favorite position, cow girl
Let her ride it, ride, ride, ride it
Baby from the Bay, she be outchere hot sided
Candy paint on it, got it lookin' like a rari
Imma drop that ass on that bitch when I park it
Imma pull a hunnid piece on the next harvest
Diamonds on my Taylor Gang chain, they gon' sparkle
Diamonds on my 40 day, they, they retarded
Shorty say Dolla $ign you my favorite artist