Here We Come

(专辑： John P. Kelly - 2001)

Me and the mic, we hang out, like me and Lou do
You don't let me let me and my crew through
You'll basically take a walk in my shoes
I roll with mad [?] cuz we smash out crews, nigga
I keep the dro and Henny, raps I got plenty
I got the sauce, fuck an award cuz I don't need any
I got the streets with me, that's all a fella need
I'm out of town with Mad Dolla and we burning hella weed
Sitting on twenties, [?]
I'd rather be up in this mix instead of chicks complaining
Rich man, Nike sign, Yankee fitted on
"6 minutes until you perform, Cheeks, lets get it on"
My shit bang, we get the money like Monopoly
You either roll or bounce, shit, nobody stopping me
I smoke 50 dollar blunts, mother fuck the [?]
The nigga Cheeks now on the scene to give em what they need

Went to an Escalade, nigga, a drop-top, nigga
A real fly nigga, an iced-out nigga, with some real slum niggas
Some dirty gun niggas, some drug run niggas
Some "here we come" niggas
I got my pedicure bitches, my manicure bitches
My whip-pushing bitches, my no kiss bitches
My clothes-stealing bitches, my [?] peeling bitches
My [?] bitches, some more killing business

My cell's ringing, hi, chick's up on the other end
GNV, the best that's ever done it, heard to Brother Blend
Shout out Jamaica, Queens
Niggas you can tell it from the way I get down and my getup
And you smell it
Chronic in the air, yeah, that nigga Cheeks burning
Blowing off them instrumentals on them techniques turning
Cologne smelling good, jewelry flashing
Pop them Os, make the Hennessey, we keep it ghetto fashion
Love my music bumping, love the running something
Love it, getting paid just to keep the party jumping
You know the situations, niggas, they be fronting hard
I steps all up into they sessions, it ain't nothing, God
Hide behind they videos, niggas talking trash
When they see me and my team, them crowds be walking fast
Best to keep it moving cuz it's official here
I got my niggas on the low but keep my pistol near

Whatchu, an empty-gun nigga? A real bum nigga?
A first to run nigga? So where you from, nigga?
We just stay here, nigga, we play here, nigga
Them AK niggas, so make way, nigga
Where my train-taking bitches? Money-making bitches?
Them no playing bitches? Them what you saying bitches?
My gun-toting bitches, my no joking bitches
My weed-smoking bitches for those stuck in bitches

I'm talking the late night creeps, the black and white jeeps
Cousin, pass the mic to me, I better hype the peeps
See niggas know me from way back when
LB, YG, Fox Fam, Top 10
We doing bigger gigs, we buying bigger cribs
It's the way us niggas live, acting like bigger kids
Wifey hold me down, plus she push the S-pound
I'm getting money from this game that I finesse, clown

All my niggas drink a lot, smoke a lot, fuck a lot
All my bitches drink a lot, smoke a lot, fuck a lot