Cab Fare

(альбом: AmeriKKKan Korruption: Reloaded - 2012)

[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ]
Locked down, got the game in shackles
This some new shit from the same old asshole
The cash flow with the track though
Son had to step it up just to raise the stat quo
I'm telling 'em I might go bonkers
If my mind ponders from hydroponics, two words: psycho pompous
But the world doesn't know what a psycho pomp is
They still can't explain why birds fly
I could tell one word locked to my third eye
Trying to get rich off a single then you blinded
Dumb niggas so one track minded
I tried to be a nice guy
But stars only come alive in the night sky
Fuck a limelight, I already shine bright
And we all want a piece of the pie, right?
But I'm just trying to better my team while getting some green
It's the American dream
But this is America not a miracle
So it can't be as good as it seems
I lost all hope in civil service
I ain't even end up on this mic on purpose
The ringleader of the nitro circus
The real freak-show, so at night you'll surface

[Verse 2: CJ Fly]
Either they tell him he's really cool or they ridicule
Silly fools
The pros been dreaming big since miniscule
Killing 'em all not because it's our job
But just to feel involved

Break these bricks down 'til the ceiling fall
Fuck that, we gon' raise the roof
Chopping trees and clipping bud, it's in our roots
Tell you the truth I'm trying to fill in the glutes
Know that I ain't playing when I tell you give me the loot
I been big pimping ever since an infant
You a sistren, and I ain't advocating incest
Gave her some now she can't get enough
I know it's sucks, baby you know you want me like a sippy cup

Pops used to pick me up in his pickup truck
I got one shot so I'm a hit it like a sitting duck
The reload, I just want you to be loved
Just know I'm trying to hit it like C-notes
So take a cab to our crib, but know I ain't paying for your shit
You better see if you could get a lift
Girl I'm throwing game at you if you catch my drift
And if I pick you up then miss
You don't give me no ass, better picture no gas
And maybe you can crash at my crib
We could fuck the act like it was an accident

[Verse 3: Chuck Strangers]
They say Chuck a stranger, how man, everybody know
We trying to get paid, me and all of my homies
So we devised a plan to get these grams
Hopping out, guns out, face painted, on some dead president shit
Growing up that was my favorite flick

Talking to keep my black ass out the white man's army and shit
Nowadays we spend money on Jays
Quarter bags of haze and fine light-skinned honeys that blaze
Waking up, the sun's grazing my face
No more standing in place, gotta keep this shit moving
If you brick, dog, keep shooting, you gon' get it all net
And if you don't then stay out, man, 'til that sun set
Two seven's what I'm repping,
Fresh Jordan's what I step in
She said, ask a question, I'm that nigga she be necking
J is too fucking dope, never fucking come in second, she said
"Wait a second," I said, "Time is money and money is time"
Unless your head game dope, then sweetie you wasting both
Shout out to niggas that I used to chill with
Man I miss my dogs on some Michael Vick shit
Letters on your door, bitch niggas get evicted

My down chick rolling swishas
These ain't raps, nigga, these motion pictures