Curren$y

[fox69]

"The Candy Lady's Crib..."

"The Candy Lady's Crib..."


Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And where haven't haven't we uhn
Vinnie Johnston get in the game, lay put up points quick microwave
Industry coruption they tryin to point shaves
Dummie down, why, when my audience is just as smart as I
If you saw me, told somebody I bet they thought you were lying
Fly where never in the space I'm in
Never roll round corners that I've been
High driving impalla slams, sparks flickin, trippin, scrapin the off ban
Fuck it nothin of it my mechanic is the man, and them
Hit em on the jack, the part replace that, asap that's that mothafucker
Like a deffintion, O.GS watch me I'm a flow right out the television
New aero bills reverse sitchin I'll I will re-invent the wheel
Prerequisite, intellagence plus sexiness canidate to be a jet miss
Queen for a day put cha on the foor of the mardi gras parade
High and she smiling wave
Brush up on it, get the rust off your moves my lil poney
Which ya fine ass cold bottle and my grape cool aid and my wine glass
Smokin amsterdam green with my fresh blue number 9's
And my red headed honey from burmease
Lip stick smears, pass port stamps, eyes simease cat lady the trance
Shineing in my Marijuana trance
Bull shit still waiti on me when I get back
Deal with it don't run
Square it up burn down another one
You goin to the candy ladys crib wontcha bring me somthin
Yea, yea, yea, and fuck them frontin' hoes, we don't think about em'

 

[fox69]

"The Check Point"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"The Check Point"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeaaahhh bitch
The Jets and the Taylor gang
Champagne, paper planes
You already know what it is man
Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta
Yeah
Only living material, as long as the money straight they wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's over looking the city though,
When a lot of bitches who wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you sellin I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest, I'm dead stressed
That's why the bitches love me,
She leavin you to come where the liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and over seas we watchin the sun rise,
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never beena nigga who had a lucky nothin you can say everything I planned out,
Now stand out,
I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to people screamin my name
[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Nnever put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh (Got your bitches slippin off their wedding rings)
[Curren$y:]
Livin the life is just me,
Some bitches my niggas in a crib full of vices
But I don't do drugs, just weed
Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
And proceed to give them what they waitin for
Daytona 500 guess who lightin joints up in the race car
Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
Boats, put your women on the water let 'em boogie board
Slightly older still, sexy broad, think give me more
Just strip for me without the tease, give me more
Still rockin Golden Eye on the Nintendo 64
Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
Same goes for my whip, same goes for my kicks, rare
And I don't rush to the store, they save me a pair
Yeah, a nigga livin in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then I spend on the ground
Do the opposite, fuck takin advice from these clowns
That's why I mash the gas when they tell me slow down
Yeaaa
[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh

 

[fox69]

"The Collective"

"The Collective"


Da-Da-Da Da-Da
As The Joint Burns, and the wheels turn, (yea)
And I never that I would have one
Interstate [?], Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille
Bumpin my nigga Big Krit
Coming Down Smelling like Bond no. 9 and a half a pound
That's What I Do, I thought you knew
You've been informed, you been warned
Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe
Still a Chevy man true and true
But its something about that El Dorado coupe
And the way she moves
Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea I gotta few
But its just something different, you gotta sit in it
Custom machine I'm steering
Making that real (ryda?) grand appearance
Smoking some fire right outside the building
Chopping the game up for these ghetto children
Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen
And I never ever thought I would get a Cadillac
Haven't driven the Rolls since some days
I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK
Smoking gas in a real major way
On Wheels The Collective we been making plays
Legal trappin made it rich from rappin
My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen
Over these beats, I know you hear them snares gettin at u
Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles
I'm sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast
Interior beyond cold, I swear to God its laid out like a condo
I'm a let that one [?] bro
And I never ever thought I'd get a Cadillac
But I'm highered up dippin in the Cadillac
Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac
Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in the pictures, wouldn't write about it if a nigga didn't live it
Yea that's the difference. ya'll act like some bitches

 

[fox69]

"The Count"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"The Count"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Gang, checks
More money than these lames get
More weed on the plane
More diamonds on the chain
La Música de Harry Fraud
Um, backwards joints get rolled up
Learned that in Amsterdam
Learned as a young man
Get cash fast as you can
But don't blow it too fast
Always save some for the roll, make the smoke last
Never ask permission, we just blow past
Momma twistin' up joints, I'm just scribblin' in this notepad
Hopin' that, the hotel got good room service that I could throw back
Put on a movie that's a throwback
Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack
Maybe hit the pool swim a couple laps
Do my best when I'm relaxed
Back in the day, the way they used to send the message all facts
Beef without a scratch, used to doubt us
Now the game wouldn't be the same without us
Smoke the loudest
[Curren$y:]
Ha
My weed good, my bitch bad
My joints burn slow all my cars go fast
Sweatpants, pockets is bulgin' with cash, hella stacks
Dippin' that playa shit they never put on the racks
Members only shit, private showroom out back
Fashion bloggers have to ask you, "where you got it at?"
Spitta just a real nigga who can rap
Only deliver facts about my life but it's tight 'cause my life is all that
Famous enough to get in there for free but not so famous that people keep bothering me
While I'm choppin' the tree, smokin' one this a selfie, a muhfuckin' personal sum'n
It's enough gas in the world for all of you
So I ain't 'bout to pass my fuckin' joints over to you
We could get high, count to these high tunes
Baby I got hella playa grooves
In the Chevy as we cruise
I can't wait until New Orleans make the news
Completely legalize recreational that's like a dream come true
At the marina gettin' stoned to some Nina Simone
Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on
Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home
Shorty poutin' lookin' like something wrong
But she don't wanna be alone
Talkin' 'bout how well we get along but my money really got her mind blown
She think I'm dumb, baby girl I'm not the one
Money machine count while I twiddle my thumbs
Money machine count while I lace up my Banned 1's
Money machine count you delivered that ransom
Money machine countin' that stash for my grandson
Money machine copped the island to land on
Money machine my own, hustlin' feet I stand on
East side, parked the Medina at the Marina
They was amazed when they seen it
Millionaires
Two of us it was like 50 M's between us
Arguing who Rolex the cleanest

 

[fox69]

"The Day"
(feat. Jay Electronica, Mos Def)

"The Day"
(feat. Jay Electronica, Mos Def)



Whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble

Brand new tires
Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks
I'm so sorry
If I don't look happy to be here
In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing

Yo the king closed his cloak
The set was overful
Such a excellent moment
So emotional
He rushed out on the field
So devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
So you show anyway

My momma told me was always call a spade a spade
Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav,
but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin
chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so
I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
Back to the thesis
To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold valleys
Dit knees with the creases
Pullin youngin by the coattails
Schoolin em who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
Cause I'm a throw my number up
I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bro
Can't see the forest full of trees
It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
Tell them boys their run is up

The king rose his and spoke
The set was overful
Such a beautiful moment
So emotional
They cried out on the field
So devoted for
Whole team champion they went postal cold
Power overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes and so you show anyway
We ready for anything

 

[fox69]

"The Explanation"

"The Explanation"


Spitta nigga you know me or either you know of me
Witnessed traces of my swagger
But it was being presented to you by other rappers
These niggas is actors, consumed by their roles
Thinking that they are really that nigga they created in their fictitious lyrics
Perfect example given, of life imitating art
These niggas is lost in the sauce
I'm partying in a downtown loft
Thanking God that I'm finally getting on
And praying for the talented rappers who still off
What a nigga gotta do to get through?
Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? Shit
Let me stay away from that
Before niggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track
These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim
You just realizing that I'm that nigga homeboy I been him
Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously
But I figured that my words would lose their validity
To the ingrates who don't appreciate my mixtapes
Taking for granted my rhymes
Because they hearing new ones all the time
I'm about to take a sabbatical dog
And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta's catalog
Real niggas I'm not turning my back on ya'll
Real bitches I ain't giving up on rap for ya'll
I'm just pausing for the people who slow
And let them learn the shit you already know

Muthafucka you know
Bitches know the planes got it
Jets nigga, where haven't we been yet?
My name is in the streets, my name is my name

 

[fox69]

"The Good Part"

"The Good Part"


[Intro:]
Yeah
These Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly [x3]
Jets, uh
[Verse:]
What you want to do?
Y'all want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers
This beat cool but let's skip to the good part
I'm that nigga
Been had lyrics since tapes
And the rise of the plane continues
It's Mr. Clean Kicks speaking
More dunks than the contest at NBA All-Star Weekend
Jodeci flow, I got the girl feenin'
Your ho keep my name in her mouth more than my semen
See man, you a little jackass like Wee Man
Louis Vuitton E-L-A-N high tops
High as hell
At a very posh Hollywood night spot
Celebrity bitches [?] in the club
They fight amongst the stars like Sky Fox
Cocky I'm not
But I do look down at you players in the game
Like I'm sitting in a sky box
I stop never
You rappers got a month to get your shit together
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"The Hangover"
(feat. Mikey Rocks)

"The Hangover"
(feat. Mikey Rocks)



[Chorus:]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, AC on
Windows up, new shit playin'
What you sayin? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language,
Fluently speak it
And reject fools comin' in my lane with that weak shit,
That's how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don't lay down till the sunrise
[Chorus:]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out (run out)
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm in a fire twips (Twips)
High as hell (Man..)
I'm try'na nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you're takin it for hostage
Try'na put you on the game
Maybe you should watch it
They takin' trips to asp.
And flyin' kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
On the floor with the mascot
Dancin', fly as Helly Hansons on our shoulder blades,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
That's Italian go there
I'm born if you peep the change
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
If we need the flame,
Drink until I gotta piss
Damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I'm drinkin'
And I'm out of it

 

[fox69]

"The Jet Business"

"The Jet Business"


Can't beat us join us, keep reefer on us
Jet life
Blow the smoke out in the club corner
Watch the game with the team owners
Yeaaauh...
Ever since you was a baby, I was the flow you looked up to
The mobile over your crib, your playpen, I'm a mogul I can mold you
Into something just say when
Jets ain't fucking around you can tell when
The valet pull 'em toys r uses around
Stashed a few dollars now the boy parking horses
Stashed a few dollars it's affecting how I'm talking
But not what I'm saying
Okay man, scared the opposition: shitless at the weigh in
When we showed up, pouring liquor for 'em, they already knew that they was dead men
Spitta, Mr. Been-done-that, switched the style up, and let my mini-me's run that
My money pile up, laughing at the homegirl, fell asleep counting up
She a boss so she down with us
Keep some bad bitches surrounding her, my homies be pounding 'em
And that's cool cause me and boo do the 1-2 every now and then
But we gotta stay business, focus on grosses, never on these hoeses
Jets up in motion, high rise, hideout looking down on the ocean, balcony back shots
So good baby girl cried her eyes out beautiful moments
Want me to hold her when it's over but I'm already going that's what I told her
She say my heart frozen, but bitch, you knew about the man before you chose him
Big dog, Range-Rovin', roamin'
Mob wives look the other way when daddy bring that dough in
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Loose lips sink ships, pillow talk digs ditches for many niggas
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Jet misses don't tell the Jet business...
... Verde Terrace

 

[fox69]

"The Jets Son"
(feat. Dee Low & Jean LaPhare)

"The Jets Son"
(feat. Dee Low & Jean LaPhare)



[Curren$y:]
Bet you never met a nigga like me
Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off
Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises
Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds
Openen eyes, you witness history
I am the epitome, of a nigga doin' what he please and getting cheese Simultaneously
(Non-understandable)
I got a million of 'em. Bet you out there, get the croud moving with any of them
Got them going, got 'em coming
Spitta revolving. don't go around, marry-go
Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives
After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
[Curren$y:]
The riddler in the mix, still on my pap shit
Play with hoes, and my plate closed
Shoutout to the clips, stroll through the mall
Stop for some chicks, took a couple pics
Asked what's up? same ole' shit
Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll
Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed
Niggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune
Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't
Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin
Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different
Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city
I put my niggas on, and I put them on some bad bitches, YEA
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]
[Dee Low:]
You know how it go down when I come in this bitch, ya heard me
Walk like a pimp, nigga talk real dirty
Ladies love my boy like I'm a prince or something
So I just chill back and play with their tits or somethin
They don't mind, they be like "yo dee low" after the show
They like "can we come dee low?"
Nah give me your digits and I'll give you a call
You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho
What do you expect, I'm a pimp, a balla' ho
You see the crew, you see the bong, you see the plane color floor
J-j-just watch us, I glow
If you Dee to the Low, me and spitta bout to take a trip to Tokyo
[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]