Pranks 4 Players (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

歌詞

(We on tour right now) It's Young Veggies right here You know what I'm sayin'? We in the studio (Yeah), Chi Town I got my niggas with me (Ah yeah) I got my people with me (Ah yeah) Mac Meezy (My boy), Mikey watchin' this shit too You know I'm sayin'? (Swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah, swag) Your swag's shit (Yeah) It go rock-a-bye baby What if I'm fuckin' with my butterfly lady In the backseat of the 'Cedes, or the Saleen Somethin' that I cop, made in the eighties I've been lost inside this puzzle Rearrangin', keep on sayin' I'm a goddamn fool Tell me, "Quit playin'," I'm like, "No can do" Been through this bullshit Actin' foolish as a dude that's hit with Cupid's doings Music is the key to everything I keep pursuin' Bitches used to do the friend thing, now they ask me what I'm doin' Tryna give me head before the show Go while I'm interviewin' with a student newspaper Maybe with the radio Curb Your Enthusiasm, ho, the Larry David Show Was somethin' that we probably watchin' while we be gettin' high Step aside if anybody think they lookin' fresh as I am With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floral hat This shit these rappers talkin 'bout I'm gettin' bored of that This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat Make a million dollars, then I give it all back These rappers talkin' shit when they shit is all wack (Ayy) Yeah, I said it on wax Yeah, I'm pullin' stars from the sky Live large, get high Women lie, men lie, but we always fly At the end of the movie, dubs always cry (Michael) Pullin' stars from the sky (Michael) Live large, get high It's all live, baby (Baby) Golded up like Tut, It make guys hate me (Uh) But I ain't givin' a fuck, I tell 'em, "Drive safely" How dare a man lift his hand at me like I'm gon' flinch? I'm not no bitch (Uh-uh) With the concreature concrete monuments (Monuments) ...prolly pack his bag if he tryna trip Nick Bruno, Boldy James kinda shit It's like The Godfather, y'all gotta honor this (Honor this) Tryna split the money up like communists (Okay) You should shake the person hand that put you on to this Hold up, that's the swag you would kill for (Kill for) What the fuck you tryna chill for? (Wake up) Are you alive or a stillborn? 'Cause you really ain't livin' 'til you get yours Sky's the limit, we could build doors Open 'em up, nothin' gon' be closed, I'm sure This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat Make a million dollars, and then give it all back These rappers talkin' shit when they shit be all wack Yeah, I said it on wax We pullin' stars out the sky Live large, get high Men lie, women lie, but we always fly At the end of the movie, dubs always cry Pullin' stars out the sky Live large, get high, ha