"Travel Lodge" lyrics
Boldy James & Cuns Lyrics
Yayo and porcelain, that's all we know is scales and scorpions
Red drank, blue pill, Neo and Morpheus
Used the match the Robins with the Adidas
Mr. Thirty-One Flavors, mix the Baskin Robins with the Häagen-Daz
Porsche matte blacked out, that's Amistad
On the block with chop and Todd
227 50, that's my entourage
Push the Chally through Bay City, now we out a Dodge
Brand new 850, I parked off of Otter Drive
Niggas in them Strikers with the hemis playin' hardball
Hellcat Charger, this a friendly game of Dodge ball
Rape a shorty block like Adebisi in Oswald
Eight ball corner pocket, always been an oddball
Slow, takin' it easy, don't want nothin' to keep me from you
Ridin' dirty up 85 like I'm John Paul
McNichols Road, 604, groundhog
Dog shit on me when I'm hoppin' off the hound dog
Where we at?
In 39 or I-10, this ain't no trap façade
We who turn the Westin hallway into the Travelodge
And when I shop, it's out the brochure or the catalogue
Back and forth on that road like a game of paddleball
I heard your man was dry snitchin', we gon' wet his beak
Got my feet wet from steppin' on shit like we at the beach
Convos on the jack about them brickies, niggas kept it brief
Learned a few things in the street that my teachers could never teach
From the streets of Detroit, I run my city west to east
Touched up on some key points that these niggas could never reach
I'm like a dog, I understand, but I never speak
I'm in the mountains countin', reachin' heights niggas'll never peak
Two drums, one me, 227 deep
Until you slide for your dog, it ain't no rest in peace
In Battle Creek, was doin' two a day
That's where I moved the yay, shot the blue and grey out to Chesapeake
In 39 or I-10, this ain't no trap façade
We who turn the Westin hallway into the Travelodge
And when I shop, it's out the brochure or the catalogue
Back and forth on that road like a game of paddleball
Red drank, blue pill, Neo and Morpheus
Used the match the Robins with the Adidas
Mr. Thirty-One Flavors, mix the Baskin Robins with the Häagen-Daz
Porsche matte blacked out, that's Amistad
On the block with chop and Todd
227 50, that's my entourage
Push the Chally through Bay City, now we out a Dodge
Brand new 850, I parked off of Otter Drive
Niggas in them Strikers with the hemis playin' hardball
Hellcat Charger, this a friendly game of Dodge ball
Rape a shorty block like Adebisi in Oswald
Eight ball corner pocket, always been an oddball
Slow, takin' it easy, don't want nothin' to keep me from you
Ridin' dirty up 85 like I'm John Paul
McNichols Road, 604, groundhog
Dog shit on me when I'm hoppin' off the hound dog
Where we at?
In 39 or I-10, this ain't no trap façade
We who turn the Westin hallway into the Travelodge
And when I shop, it's out the brochure or the catalogue
Back and forth on that road like a game of paddleball
I heard your man was dry snitchin', we gon' wet his beak
Got my feet wet from steppin' on shit like we at the beach
Convos on the jack about them brickies, niggas kept it brief
Learned a few things in the street that my teachers could never teach
From the streets of Detroit, I run my city west to east
Touched up on some key points that these niggas could never reach
I'm like a dog, I understand, but I never speak
I'm in the mountains countin', reachin' heights niggas'll never peak
Two drums, one me, 227 deep
Until you slide for your dog, it ain't no rest in peace
In Battle Creek, was doin' two a day
That's where I moved the yay, shot the blue and grey out to Chesapeake
In 39 or I-10, this ain't no trap façade
We who turn the Westin hallway into the Travelodge
And when I shop, it's out the brochure or the catalogue
Back and forth on that road like a game of paddleball
