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Crooked I

Get It Easy

 

Get It Easy

(альбом: The Weeklys, Vol. 1 - 2019)


The Weeklys, we back
What's hatning Dizz? (My brother Dizz made this)
The Weeklys, yeah shout out my dude Diabetic
Big Eddie Green, ya'mean?
We back (You hearin')
With two o' six [?] (What's hatnin?)
It's the Weeklys, mind oracle
Ghost music one, evil bike rider yo
(Let's get to it)

Yeah, I got a couple of bad bitches in Calabasas
Think it's a glass of molasses and clapping asses
Making advances, dancing like that's a classic
Pussy looking for dictators, that ass a fascist
Hit it 'til her back tired, she popping a wheelie
They know me in New York, nigga popping in Philly
Some try not to give me my props, I'm not knocking 'em silly
I'm the goat in wolf's clothing, you rocking with Billy
Don't try to play me out my millies, I'm not a Vanilli
Niggas stepping to me wrong, I'ma popping some Achilles
I fuck with sexy nerds, I don't fuck with ghetto birds
Not even police helicopters on top of my city (Yo!)

Get it easy, get it easy
Let's get the money
Make it easy, make it easy
Let's make the money
Get it easy, get it easy
Let's get the money
Make it easy, make it easy
Let's make the money

I got a couple of bad bitches, they live in Compton
Kinda chicks that get bags with'cha, I hit 'em often
We about getting mad riches, we into bossing
63 with the rag missing, we into flossing
.44 with the mag clipping, we into caution
Might blast 'cause ass kicking, that shit exhausting
Pull it out and they ass kissing, you niggas lost in the sauce
Leave your swag dripping right in a coffin
And still I don't know why we just can't get along
Pray for the day I can come out without my pistol on
Riding up Crenshaw Boulevard, got my system on
Sitting on factory rims, jamming like this my song
Energy vibrating higher when I am in my zone
Consciously living the moment for all my niggas gone
Spirit atoned, sit on my thrown, getting my own, switching my tone
But sinners are gon' sin, so I'm still feeling on silicon
Like, "Jerome's in the house," bitch. I'm on
I'm in the ha-ah-house, the pimp is home
I'm like a 2Pac poem, yeah, that's the tip I'm on
The rows that grew from the concrete, the realest known

Get it easy, get it easy
Let's get the money
Make it easy, make it easy
Let's make the money
Get it easy, get it easy
Let's get the money
Make it easy, make it easy
Let's make the money

Yeah (Yeah)
The Weeklys, you already know
Family Business in this motherfucka
(What up? You know I mean? Yeah)
Yo, R-I-P to my homeboy Nate Dogg, you know I'm sayin?
I miss you Nate, I miss all them times we used to sit at [?]
Drinking a motherfucking fifth of Hennessy, you know?
Rest in Peace (Yeah)
(The Weeklys)
Yo, smell smoke, what's that I smell?
Oh, we been doing this
Where the smoke at? (Hahaha)
(It ain't even smoke no more)
Bark at your dog, ay, Aktive let's get the fuck outta here

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