"Anita" lyrics
Curren$y, LNDN DRGS & Jay Worthy Lyrics
(feat. T.Y)
[Jay Worthy:]
Tippin' through the hood in a six-fo'
Classic shit, make you really feel like this the west coast (West)
Home of the gangbang (Home)
Church's and the liquor stores (Yeah)
Big Homies politicin', you know how that shit go (Ugh)
[?] big strawberries and some thick hoes
Stopped to get a styrofoam, ice and some Newports (Ugh)
Holla at the homie, [?] ([?])
It been a minute
Fresh coat of paint on that thang still drippin'
He said "watch out for them niggas 'round the way, they be trippin'"
Bullet holes in the buildings just to show you how we livin'
Just when everything is bool, niggas bust another mission
We ain't worried 'bout it, keep it pimpin' ([?])
Palm trees, cool breeze, keep a nigga calm
Helicopter bird flying 'round like it's Vietnam
You're my angel, baby just like that Anita song
I bend the corner, she put 50 hundred in my palm
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La da da
Andretti (La da da, da da)
Eastside (La da da, da da)
Ugh
I learned the game from my bro, yo bitch open like a door
I got so many hoes 'till I don't know where to go
Fool, I got so many flows, I should open a store
Cause the game is fo sho to be sold not told
I roll up another doobie as the saga unfold
Been the same since a nigga was zero years old
Frozen cold, solid gold
Anchor and rope
Got the puffy Gucci links and the Hugo Boss robe
Sunglasses, Kangol, champagne, stroll
Takin' sips, clockin' bitches, feelin' like Nino
Brown, New Jack City but my oldheads with it (Oldheads with it)
Schooled me, so when I get it, I knew what to do with it (Nigga)
[T.Y.:]
Yeah, ugh
Tippin' through the hood, collectin' my cake (Yeah, yeah)
My lil nigga say he moved three today (Moved three today)
On the road to riches, remember, you gotta drive safe (Drive safe)
Gather 'round for this hot shit, I'm a fireplace (Yeah)
First place in any race (Yeah)
I'm just tryna concentrate (Bruh)
Without havin' to kill a nigga (Yeah)
I really don't feel these niggas (I don't)
Wasn't up in the conversation
Then you should mind your business (Mind your business)
It's fucked up but we hustlin' in front them lil children (Yeah)
We just tryna feed them all (Yeah)
Praying that they free my dawgs ([?])
Ridin' 'round dirty, hope I don't get pulled over by the laws
Cause if I do, they gon' be screaming free me too (Free me too)
30 years straight for this iron I got on my waist (This metal)
Everyday, niggas adding on to the murder rate (Yeah)
Hope you safe like slidin' into home plate (Hope you safe)
Yeah, you're my angel, baby just like that Anita song (Song)
Imma smoke this weed with you after you bring that paper home (Bring that paper home)
Yeah
Tippin' through the hood in a six-fo'
Classic shit, make you really feel like this the west coast (West)
Home of the gangbang (Home)
Church's and the liquor stores (Yeah)
Big Homies politicin', you know how that shit go (Ugh)
[?] big strawberries and some thick hoes
Stopped to get a styrofoam, ice and some Newports (Ugh)
Holla at the homie, [?] ([?])
It been a minute
Fresh coat of paint on that thang still drippin'
He said "watch out for them niggas 'round the way, they be trippin'"
Bullet holes in the buildings just to show you how we livin'
Just when everything is bool, niggas bust another mission
We ain't worried 'bout it, keep it pimpin' ([?])
Palm trees, cool breeze, keep a nigga calm
Helicopter bird flying 'round like it's Vietnam
You're my angel, baby just like that Anita song
I bend the corner, she put 50 hundred in my palm
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La da da
Andretti (La da da, da da)
Eastside (La da da, da da)
Ugh
I learned the game from my bro, yo bitch open like a door
I got so many hoes 'till I don't know where to go
Fool, I got so many flows, I should open a store
Cause the game is fo sho to be sold not told
I roll up another doobie as the saga unfold
Been the same since a nigga was zero years old
Frozen cold, solid gold
Anchor and rope
Got the puffy Gucci links and the Hugo Boss robe
Sunglasses, Kangol, champagne, stroll
Takin' sips, clockin' bitches, feelin' like Nino
Brown, New Jack City but my oldheads with it (Oldheads with it)
Schooled me, so when I get it, I knew what to do with it (Nigga)
[T.Y.:]
Yeah, ugh
Tippin' through the hood, collectin' my cake (Yeah, yeah)
My lil nigga say he moved three today (Moved three today)
On the road to riches, remember, you gotta drive safe (Drive safe)
Gather 'round for this hot shit, I'm a fireplace (Yeah)
First place in any race (Yeah)
I'm just tryna concentrate (Bruh)
Without havin' to kill a nigga (Yeah)
I really don't feel these niggas (I don't)
Wasn't up in the conversation
Then you should mind your business (Mind your business)
It's fucked up but we hustlin' in front them lil children (Yeah)
We just tryna feed them all (Yeah)
Praying that they free my dawgs ([?])
Ridin' 'round dirty, hope I don't get pulled over by the laws
Cause if I do, they gon' be screaming free me too (Free me too)
30 years straight for this iron I got on my waist (This metal)
Everyday, niggas adding on to the murder rate (Yeah)
Hope you safe like slidin' into home plate (Hope you safe)
Yeah, you're my angel, baby just like that Anita song (Song)
Imma smoke this weed with you after you bring that paper home (Bring that paper home)
Yeah
