BBQ Spot
(专辑: The Stone Junction - 2016)
[Price:] They're trying to cage us men Look, they wanna put me in a
box (They do) The
industry, the
enemies, and the
cops These niggas running around with mops They ain't working at no BBQ spot Mama said: "Live with a
girl worth dying for, get some money and stay out the
way" I
hit the
clinic let them weigh out the
eighth Let's see how life is finna play out today I'm in the
Benz doing like a
whole eighty Getting mad-dogged by a
white old lady Driving crazy while I'm banging old Jay Z
I
can tell that she mad as fuck (Oh you mad uh? you mad uh) Cause my skin black as fuck Skin tatted up She in an average truck And my cash is up They wanna put me in a
box The
industry, the
enemies, and the
cops These niggas run around with mops And they ain't working at no BBQ spot Watch your head, watch your head Too many niggas out here dropping dead IPhone connected to the
Feds Prescription meds pushed him to the
edge Product of the
environment Hair nappy so nobody's hiring Hard not to be violent Hard to keep quiet When you're waking up to sirens The
shooting that happened in San Bernardino Was the
government for all that we know For gun control, they want to harm the
people USA is the
heart of evil Man, they wanna put me in a
box The
industry, the
enemies, and the
cops These niggas run around with mops They ain't working at no BBQ spot They wanna put me in a
box The
industry, the
enemies, and the
cops They want everything that I
got They never wanna see a
nigga on top [Oktane:] They wanna put me in a
box And I'm fresh so I
get that But have a
seat, boy. Sit back You got yours, I
need get-backs From IE, where the
shit cracks Where you get down where you pissed at And if not, you should've got bitch slapped Yeah, Yeah, it's real nigga time on the
dot They staring because they smelling pot Got a W
up like I'm Pac I'm really from the
West and you're not So all that flexing got you looking regular Never been in pressure club sections Swish, swish, like I'm Roger Federer Slow it up I'm way too far ahead of them Came to the
meeting And they said they wanna put me in a
box The
industry, the
enemies, and the
cops They going try to get you to stop 2016 shitting on the
OP's And my ex is tripping cause they dropped Making rapping commas do the
trapping numbers I
know you heard the
name, it's [?] [?] mama But Sun can chill, IE got the
summer It's time to start handling business Yeah, it's time to start handling business Cause the
fam will need houses and Benz's Dressed in camo for doubting the
Princes My only vice, a
pretty face and a
fast car Not to mention weed Funking on sticks and seeds I
know love is all we need baby [Price and Oktane:] But they wanna put me in a
box The
industry, the
enemies, and the
cops These niggas running around with mops And they ain't working at no BBQ spot They wanna put me in a
box The
industry, the
enemies, and the
cops They want everything that I
got They never wanna see a
nigga on top [Price:] Now that's right Nigga that's that real shit Nigga that's the
shit that they wanna hear out here in these streets my nigga Back up over there on that left coast That west coast, that best coast, left side everything Aight, Denise nigga Audio Push