"Doves Cry" lyrics
Turn me up, Kino
Huh, SL500, SL600, 'cause I slang pumpkins
In October, Turkeys in November
December I'm slangin' snow globes, bruh, I'm Kris Kringle
Disrespect, you ain't know what you was in store for
Now you wonderin' if these lines 'bout you, over and over
But this that shit I always do
Cobra Commander, I'm immune to slander
I'm in the coupe, stance with perfect camber
Ho, that's your lady in public, but that's my private dancer
Jet Life Reebok Questions, don't 'em 'cause I got all the answers
Scandalous cameras, snipers on the roof like Dancer and Prancer
Sucker niggas, the fuck is the matter? This Jet Life
This Eastside, my nigga, fuck the chatter
I'm from the old times, '80s, '90s, right up to 2005 before my city gentrified
I survived because I know when and when not to slide
I provide a way out, I lift my folks up high
Hear the doves cry, yeah
I arrive, six Rolls Royces in a line, one of 'em mine
My homies on the other five, we don't carpool
But we move as a unit, that's how we shine
And ain't nobody doin' this here, this historical, once in a lifetime shit
GTA story mode, livin' out my rhymes
I told that bitch I'd be right back, the only time I lied
Won't do that in no rap, that'd be a waste of track
C8 with the roof peeled back, lil' nigga, face the facts
Nigga, face the facts, huh
You can't fuck with it it, yo' bitch lovin' it
My world dangerous as fuck, but I'm just stuck with it
I got my cousins here, I'm catchin' stunts out here
New cars every month, yeah, that's the type of stuff I did
And yeah, I still do, I made Ferraris out of floodwaters and mildew
I crack a 40 with my homie, shed some tears too
Then load a joint up to the point I'm still livin', fool
It's only 09:15
Yeah
Yeah, what I'm sayin' is
Roll yo' sleeve up, check the time on your Rolex
Get a visual perspective of what I'm sayin'
Just imagine it was 09:15, look at the face of yo' watch
See how them hands are straight?
See how how everythin' straight?
Yeah
My OGs would tell me that shit, I'd be like
"Yo... yo, you need somethin' from the store, big dawg?"
Niggas like, "Nah... nah, I'm straight like 09:15"
I ain't even know what that shit meant, but
The more you grow, the more you know
Eastside
Huh, SL500, SL600, 'cause I slang pumpkins
In October, Turkeys in November
December I'm slangin' snow globes, bruh, I'm Kris Kringle
Disrespect, you ain't know what you was in store for
Now you wonderin' if these lines 'bout you, over and over
But this that shit I always do
Cobra Commander, I'm immune to slander
I'm in the coupe, stance with perfect camber
Ho, that's your lady in public, but that's my private dancer
Jet Life Reebok Questions, don't 'em 'cause I got all the answers
Scandalous cameras, snipers on the roof like Dancer and Prancer
Sucker niggas, the fuck is the matter? This Jet Life
This Eastside, my nigga, fuck the chatter
I'm from the old times, '80s, '90s, right up to 2005 before my city gentrified
I survived because I know when and when not to slide
I provide a way out, I lift my folks up high
Hear the doves cry, yeah
I arrive, six Rolls Royces in a line, one of 'em mine
My homies on the other five, we don't carpool
But we move as a unit, that's how we shine
And ain't nobody doin' this here, this historical, once in a lifetime shit
GTA story mode, livin' out my rhymes
I told that bitch I'd be right back, the only time I lied
Won't do that in no rap, that'd be a waste of track
C8 with the roof peeled back, lil' nigga, face the facts
Nigga, face the facts, huh
You can't fuck with it it, yo' bitch lovin' it
My world dangerous as fuck, but I'm just stuck with it
I got my cousins here, I'm catchin' stunts out here
New cars every month, yeah, that's the type of stuff I did
And yeah, I still do, I made Ferraris out of floodwaters and mildew
I crack a 40 with my homie, shed some tears too
Then load a joint up to the point I'm still livin', fool
It's only 09:15
Yeah
Yeah, what I'm sayin' is
Roll yo' sleeve up, check the time on your Rolex
Get a visual perspective of what I'm sayin'
Just imagine it was 09:15, look at the face of yo' watch
See how them hands are straight?
See how how everythin' straight?
Yeah
My OGs would tell me that shit, I'd be like
"Yo... yo, you need somethin' from the store, big dawg?"
Niggas like, "Nah... nah, I'm straight like 09:15"
I ain't even know what that shit meant, but
The more you grow, the more you know
Eastside
