"Stay The Course" lyrics
Curren$y & DJ.Fresh Lyrics
(feat. Paul Wall)
[Curren$y:]
La-da-da, la-da-da
DJ.Fresh
Same thing every day
Niggas gotta press the line
Make sure that I add to the paper stack
'Fore I go back inside, uh
Nigga rolled up a fat one
I got the hard-top fo' and the rag one
Hella cars, low-riders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when you stash some
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche, console got the passport
Yeah, her ass fat, but her mind wack
I don't dig it 'cause some other nigga did kick it with you
I'm 'bout business and the figures associated with it
I got richer proving suckers wrong, who didn't listen
(The game encrypted in every verse, nigga)
(I seen you bringing that girl lunch to work, nigga)
She clocked out, came straight to my turf, nigga
Jet life, ice drippin', hoes surf in it, uh, yeh
Same thing every day
Niggas gotta press the line (La-da-da, la-da-da)
Make sure that I add to my paper stack
'Fore I go back inside (Eastside)
Just rolled up a fat one
I got the hard-top fo' and the rag one
Hella cars, low-riders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when I stash some
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche, console got the passport
[Paul Wall:]
DJ.Fresh, Paul Wall paper, aye, aye
I'm on the grind, getting mine post-haste
It's money to be made, not a moment to waste
Tryna block me from my paper, please up out face
I got expensive taste, big paper I chase
Big faces in my pocket, plus the bread in the bank
If you think the game is easy, then you did not think
Dedication to the mission, with precision I aim
I'm onto the next hustle, I don't care who's to blame
When the plans went south, I climbed my way out
Put that shit in the past, found another rout
Nothing's gonna to stop me from stackin' my commas up
Partner, I'ma grind 'til my time is up
As long as Cadillac keep making cars and Johnny make chains
I'ma find a way to stack me some change
It's diamonds on my fangs, and candy on my drop
And all of it came from the black top
From grindin', getting guap
You know what I'm talmbout?
You know what I'm saying?
[Curren$y:]
Same thing every day
Niggas gotta press the line
Make sure that I add to my paper stack
'Fore I go back inside
Just rolled up a fat one
I got the hard-top fo' and the rag one
Hella cars, low-riders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when I stash some
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche console, got the passport
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche console, got the passport
La-da-da, la-da-da
DJ.Fresh
Same thing every day
Niggas gotta press the line
Make sure that I add to the paper stack
'Fore I go back inside, uh
Nigga rolled up a fat one
I got the hard-top fo' and the rag one
Hella cars, low-riders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when you stash some
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche, console got the passport
Yeah, her ass fat, but her mind wack
I don't dig it 'cause some other nigga did kick it with you
I'm 'bout business and the figures associated with it
I got richer proving suckers wrong, who didn't listen
(The game encrypted in every verse, nigga)
(I seen you bringing that girl lunch to work, nigga)
She clocked out, came straight to my turf, nigga
Jet life, ice drippin', hoes surf in it, uh, yeh
Same thing every day
Niggas gotta press the line (La-da-da, la-da-da)
Make sure that I add to my paper stack
'Fore I go back inside (Eastside)
Just rolled up a fat one
I got the hard-top fo' and the rag one
Hella cars, low-riders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when I stash some
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche, console got the passport
[Paul Wall:]
DJ.Fresh, Paul Wall paper, aye, aye
I'm on the grind, getting mine post-haste
It's money to be made, not a moment to waste
Tryna block me from my paper, please up out face
I got expensive taste, big paper I chase
Big faces in my pocket, plus the bread in the bank
If you think the game is easy, then you did not think
Dedication to the mission, with precision I aim
I'm onto the next hustle, I don't care who's to blame
When the plans went south, I climbed my way out
Put that shit in the past, found another rout
Nothing's gonna to stop me from stackin' my commas up
Partner, I'ma grind 'til my time is up
As long as Cadillac keep making cars and Johnny make chains
I'ma find a way to stack me some change
It's diamonds on my fangs, and candy on my drop
And all of it came from the black top
From grindin', getting guap
You know what I'm talmbout?
You know what I'm saying?
[Curren$y:]
Same thing every day
Niggas gotta press the line
Make sure that I add to my paper stack
'Fore I go back inside
Just rolled up a fat one
I got the hard-top fo' and the rag one
Hella cars, low-riders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when I stash some
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche console, got the passport
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self-made, hand out, never asked for 'em
In the Porsche console, got the passport
