"Get On Like No Tomorrow" lyrics

[Numskull:]
Damn, I'm out, I need a bottle, you don't look like you did
I can't believe I even stepped into this fucked up crib
I hate wakin' up like, look what you just did
Nigga, what's so fucked up, I probably chewed this bitch
I need a bottle, these niggas keep pissing me the fuck off
And plus the hood, it's been giving me enough loss
I'm on the verge of just smashin' some shit
I guess that's why I'm constantly smashin' the fifth
I don't like being sober, I do it better when I'm on
Cause in these streets, I don't like to be steppin' in em alone
My fist my road dog, my 40's my bitch
I depend on em to help me handle all of this shit
They ain't gon never leave or talk behind my back
Steal from me or lie, I put it on fuckin that
I can always be sure that they gon give it to me straight up
They'll even look out and hold my hand on the way up

[4rAx:]
I'ma smoke it down to the crutch
(I'ma smoke it down to the crutch)
And all of my dreams in a bottle
(And all of my dreams in a bottle)
I'ma smoke it down to the crutch
(I'ma smoke it down to the crutch)
And all of my dreams in a bottle
Get on like there's no tomorrow

[Yukmouth:]
Still up, I get on like it's no menjana
Smokin' ganja and sippin' on a Piña colada
Out in Mexico, we rockin' tia Juana
At the bar all night, drinks for a dolla
Point me to the man with the marijuana
And tell Pedro that mucho, I need me a lotta
Meet me at the telly, I'll see ya tomorrow, sike!
Pulled out the badge, said he was a copper
Woah, screaming "Policia! Policia!"
It's pay the bill, go to jail, let your peace know (Nigga scheming, yo)
Reached in my pocket, grab the drink, out like "Here you go"
"Now get the fuck out my freaking door"
Now let the party begin
Got naked bitches in the room, off the molly and gin
It's the wolf of Wall street, got a blunt in my hair
And burn it down to a crutch, the bitch sell me this can

[4rAx:]
I'ma smoke it down to the crutch
(I'ma smoke it down to the crutch)
And all of my dreams in a bottle
(And all of my dreams in a bottle)
I'ma smoke it down to the crutch
(I'ma smoke it down to the crutch)
And all of my dreams in a bottle
Get on like there's no tomorrow

[Curcinado:]
Five in the morning, task at my door
Fresh phone deposit cost a hardwood floor
Out the back window, I made my escape
Sandwich bags on the table from the crack on the plate
Left some residue but I'm out here free
Bailin' fast as I could bail down East 14
Got a stack in my pocket, weigh at least a gram
Gold on my neck, my pistol close in hand
I'm a payroll nigga from these Oakland streets
Remotely controlled by M-O-E-T (Why)
I gotta get it by any means
Rubber band, man, glad bags and triple beams
Fish scales on a bigger scale
Put up a couple dollas just to make bail
Chop it, gettin' serious cash
Didn't know what task wanted, didn't have time to ask

[4rAx:]
I'ma smoke it down to the crutch
(I'ma smoke it down to the crutch)
And all of my dreams in a bottle
(And all of my dreams in a bottle)
I'ma smoke it down to the crutch
(I'ma smoke it down to the crutch)
And all of my dreams in a bottle
Get on like there's no tomorrow

I'ma smoke it down to the crutch
Dreams in a bottle
Down to the crutch
Get on like there's no tomorrow