"Slauson Phil" lyrics
Uh, uh
You already know what it is
Yeah, ay
I got diamonds on my ring finger, diamonds on my neck
Still in it for respect, the money I'll invest
These hundreds I collect, runnin' up a check
Spend it on the clique, spend it on my mama
She know her son the shit
I went from selling cans to buyin' hella whips
Buyin' hella whips
To payin' all these taxes, you niggas know the status, uh
She's gotta have it, I say, "Come here, girl, let me grab it"
Your bank account is tragic, mine is doing magic
It keep goin' up, goin' up, call me daddy, uh
I'll fuck around and hit her and best friend
But I'm just chillin' right now, focused on the pen
Police in the parkin' lot, here we go again
I snuck a pistol in, we stayin' at the Wynn
I'm at the side entrance with the money spenders
Where there's no pretenders
She say, "I fuck with you"
I'm in the penthouse, I gotta come and get you
I zip my hoodie up, and throw the hood up
Westside, fuck with me, it's all or nothin'
You niggas local, I'm out the country
Hoes from out the country, and they be gettin' money
Teeth white, hair fixed, pay her own rent
I could tell most you niggas never been through shit
I could tell most you niggas ain't got one bitch
I could tell most you niggas never hit a switch
Down 48th Street, rollin' with the–, rollin' with the–
Check
I didn't never gang-bang, I rocked the Cartier, plain
I'm from the real LA
We rode the bus, not a train
I got fans in East LA
I been thuggin' out the gate
I got everybody watchin', this is what I wanna say
Nipsey Hussle was the great, every day we miss his face
I'd give all this shit back if we could get him back today
If you don't use it, then, you lose it
To me, it's more than music
Niggas actin' like they do this
My work ethic is stupid
You really just assumin', to me, that means you clueless
My driveway is foolish
These boys better cool it
Like Ralph, Ricky, Bobby, Mike, and Ronnie
They tried to take me out but I'm still shinin'
I got diamonds on my ring finger, diamonds on my neck
Still in it for respect, the money I'll invest
These hundreds I collect, runnin' up a check
Spend it on the clique, spend it on my mama
She know her son the shit
I went from selling cans to buyin' hella whips
Buyin' hella whips
To payin' all these taxes, you niggas know the status, uh
She's gotta have it, I say, "Come here, girl, let me grab it."
Phill, I miss you nigga
You already know what it is
Yeah, ay
I got diamonds on my ring finger, diamonds on my neck
Still in it for respect, the money I'll invest
These hundreds I collect, runnin' up a check
Spend it on the clique, spend it on my mama
She know her son the shit
I went from selling cans to buyin' hella whips
Buyin' hella whips
To payin' all these taxes, you niggas know the status, uh
She's gotta have it, I say, "Come here, girl, let me grab it"
Your bank account is tragic, mine is doing magic
It keep goin' up, goin' up, call me daddy, uh
I'll fuck around and hit her and best friend
But I'm just chillin' right now, focused on the pen
Police in the parkin' lot, here we go again
I snuck a pistol in, we stayin' at the Wynn
I'm at the side entrance with the money spenders
Where there's no pretenders
She say, "I fuck with you"
I'm in the penthouse, I gotta come and get you
I zip my hoodie up, and throw the hood up
Westside, fuck with me, it's all or nothin'
You niggas local, I'm out the country
Hoes from out the country, and they be gettin' money
Teeth white, hair fixed, pay her own rent
I could tell most you niggas never been through shit
I could tell most you niggas ain't got one bitch
I could tell most you niggas never hit a switch
Down 48th Street, rollin' with the–, rollin' with the–
Check
I didn't never gang-bang, I rocked the Cartier, plain
I'm from the real LA
We rode the bus, not a train
I got fans in East LA
I been thuggin' out the gate
I got everybody watchin', this is what I wanna say
Nipsey Hussle was the great, every day we miss his face
I'd give all this shit back if we could get him back today
If you don't use it, then, you lose it
To me, it's more than music
Niggas actin' like they do this
My work ethic is stupid
You really just assumin', to me, that means you clueless
My driveway is foolish
These boys better cool it
Like Ralph, Ricky, Bobby, Mike, and Ronnie
They tried to take me out but I'm still shinin'
I got diamonds on my ring finger, diamonds on my neck
Still in it for respect, the money I'll invest
These hundreds I collect, runnin' up a check
Spend it on the clique, spend it on my mama
She know her son the shit
I went from selling cans to buyin' hella whips
Buyin' hella whips
To payin' all these taxes, you niggas know the status, uh
She's gotta have it, I say, "Come here, girl, let me grab it."
Phill, I miss you nigga
