"The Scene From Collateral (Skit)" lyrics
Yeah
What if
I want my 40 acres so bad there's a shootout
Wild wild west mothafucker, pull your loot out
Surrounded in a room fulla goons and a few clowns
It might go down, said you better lace your boots up
Grandma yay in a tangerine fruit cup
V-I-P with a bad bitch booed up
Came in deep, country clean in the blue tuts [?]
I barely gave my damn, so I won't give two fucks
Walking dead is amongst us (hah!)
Straight bulldozers and dump trucks (Uh)
There's style to ways I could die today
But I'm more concerned with getting high today
I'm hype
Man, we about to take flight on a one-way trip
To the head with a pipe (hah!)
Dabs on deck with some pink in the sprite (uh)
I don't really drink it but tonight I might
You only live once, nigga, live your life
It could end in a flash and never happen twice (yo)
What you gonna do when they cut off the lights? (let's go)
Flash my shit till they light up the night (uh)
Molly and stripes, no codeine and sprite (yup)
Four door coupes, no two doors or bikes (uh)
Don't run trains I need two hoes a night (yup)
Fuck what's cool, only do clothes I likes (What you got?)
Fresh kicks, my same old jeans
Ain't been the same since New Orleans
Gotta give it up to them Port Arthur kings
Underground nigga trying to live out they dreams
All my life I been post so I stay country clean
Don't act like I'm rich till I busted the seams
Been planning this shit since the age of 16
Twenty years later we still on the scene
From Tacoma to Selma
I hear the loners and thelmas [?]
From schoolgirls to the elders (uh)
Bring it all together like welders (heh)
I'm a bag post OG nigga
Gotta rasta chick, so G nigga
Got a killer with me, low-key nigga
Got a chick close, got a key with her
I got a bunch of alcoholics, can't keep living
If you acting like a bitch, nigga, eat a snickers
It don't meet the standards, it don't need to kiss ya
You wanna see the finish, you're gon need the vision ()hahah()
Come up with a plan, nigga, see the mission
Get yourself a team and succeed in business
401k and I need my pension
I'm just talking shit, you don't need to listen
Yo
Hah! Yeah (I'm okay)
Hah! Yeah (I'm okay)
From the driveway to the airport (yeah)
From the airport to the transpo (yeah)
From the transpo to the dancefloor (uh)
With that pretty girl with that nice shape
And that tattoo on her ankle
Know it taste like mango
I cannot even close to the girl
Oh she not black, ishe cool with the swirl
If I had wings I would fly away
Smoked a half a pound, trying to glide today
I might stick around and decide to play
I tried to pack a half a ounce inside the J
Have to pull a wop, got a smile on my face
So six smile nigga, 45 on his waist
If I die, there's a half a mil inside the safe
He see you on the other side
Fuck this place!
Hah! Yeah I'm okay
Hah! Yeah I'm okay
What if
I want my 40 acres so bad there's a shootout
Wild wild west mothafucker, pull your loot out
Surrounded in a room fulla goons and a few clowns
It might go down, said you better lace your boots up
Grandma yay in a tangerine fruit cup
V-I-P with a bad bitch booed up
Came in deep, country clean in the blue tuts [?]
I barely gave my damn, so I won't give two fucks
Walking dead is amongst us (hah!)
Straight bulldozers and dump trucks (Uh)
There's style to ways I could die today
But I'm more concerned with getting high today
I'm hype
Man, we about to take flight on a one-way trip
To the head with a pipe (hah!)
Dabs on deck with some pink in the sprite (uh)
I don't really drink it but tonight I might
You only live once, nigga, live your life
It could end in a flash and never happen twice (yo)
What you gonna do when they cut off the lights? (let's go)
Flash my shit till they light up the night (uh)
Molly and stripes, no codeine and sprite (yup)
Four door coupes, no two doors or bikes (uh)
Don't run trains I need two hoes a night (yup)
Fuck what's cool, only do clothes I likes (What you got?)
Fresh kicks, my same old jeans
Ain't been the same since New Orleans
Gotta give it up to them Port Arthur kings
Underground nigga trying to live out they dreams
All my life I been post so I stay country clean
Don't act like I'm rich till I busted the seams
Been planning this shit since the age of 16
Twenty years later we still on the scene
From Tacoma to Selma
I hear the loners and thelmas [?]
From schoolgirls to the elders (uh)
Bring it all together like welders (heh)
I'm a bag post OG nigga
Gotta rasta chick, so G nigga
Got a killer with me, low-key nigga
Got a chick close, got a key with her
I got a bunch of alcoholics, can't keep living
If you acting like a bitch, nigga, eat a snickers
It don't meet the standards, it don't need to kiss ya
You wanna see the finish, you're gon need the vision ()hahah()
Come up with a plan, nigga, see the mission
Get yourself a team and succeed in business
401k and I need my pension
I'm just talking shit, you don't need to listen
Yo
Hah! Yeah (I'm okay)
Hah! Yeah (I'm okay)
From the driveway to the airport (yeah)
From the airport to the transpo (yeah)
From the transpo to the dancefloor (uh)
With that pretty girl with that nice shape
And that tattoo on her ankle
Know it taste like mango
I cannot even close to the girl
Oh she not black, ishe cool with the swirl
If I had wings I would fly away
Smoked a half a pound, trying to glide today
I might stick around and decide to play
I tried to pack a half a ounce inside the J
Have to pull a wop, got a smile on my face
So six smile nigga, 45 on his waist
If I die, there's a half a mil inside the safe
He see you on the other side
Fuck this place!
Hah! Yeah I'm okay
Hah! Yeah I'm okay
