"CONTRABAND" lyrics
(feat. Tray Deee)
They gave my neighborhood gang injunctions
But we still bang at the functions
Demonstrate discipline, follow instructions—
Gat tucked, opps pull up, get to bustin'
Creased Levi's, white tee and my flag, flag, flag, flag
Contraband—
Pack of menthols and a O.E. tall can
Prison makes a killin' off caffeine
I'd be a billionaire if I could sell cookies on the canteen
Drove past the County Jail on my way
To Silver Lake bumpin' C-Bo and Killa Kay
O.G. dress outs old school—he been away
Homie home lookin' like Romey Rome from the Himalay'
260 months, now his chin is gray
Respect the street code when you in LA
I'ma catch a 115
I'ma cut a hole in the pocket of these CDC jeans
And ask homegirl for a handjob when she visit
Sick of naked pictures and only two kisses
L-Dog from APB smuggled dope in his kicks
Since they wear the same size, he trade shoes with his bitch
And every time he hit, we smoke big cigarettes
On 'the Outs', we grab drinks and reminisce—under arrest
They gave my neighborhood gang injunctions
But we still bang at the functions
Demonstrate discipline, follow instructions—
Gat tucked, opps pull up, get to bustin'
Creased Levi's, white tee and my flag, flag, flag, flag
Contraband—
Pack of menthols and a O.E. tall can, can, can, tall can
Contraband
Been a line-presser, no extras or exceptions
Motherfucker outta pocket—bet that I'ma check him
Gotta cool squabble, you get wobbled if you test it
Any further problems, I'ma pop him with the weapon
Rep is hella solid, got it raw from out the trenches
Credentials is the general, and boss is my position
Call Dogg for the L-B-C car in prison—
Any contraband? Run the bag—I could get it
Hit me with that Green Dot, PayPal or Zelle
Pass it through the library, straight to your celly
Watching iPods and on my phone like daily
Word to King Joe, Big Duck & Lil' Tray Deee
Catch me on the bust-down once the yard open
Metal piece sharpened once the war start smokin'
Level 4—we never show no pity or no fear
Move with Usalama, speak Swahili on tier
Keyway!
They gave my neighborhood gang injunctions
But we still bang at the functions
Demonstrate discipline, follow instructions—
Gat tucked, opps pull up, get to bustin'
Creased Levi's, white tee and my flag, flag, flag, flag
Contraband—
Menthols in a O.E. tall can
Can, can, can, tall can
But we still bang at the functions
Demonstrate discipline, follow instructions—
Gat tucked, opps pull up, get to bustin'
Creased Levi's, white tee and my flag, flag, flag, flag
Contraband—
Pack of menthols and a O.E. tall can
Prison makes a killin' off caffeine
I'd be a billionaire if I could sell cookies on the canteen
Drove past the County Jail on my way
To Silver Lake bumpin' C-Bo and Killa Kay
O.G. dress outs old school—he been away
Homie home lookin' like Romey Rome from the Himalay'
260 months, now his chin is gray
Respect the street code when you in LA
I'ma catch a 115
I'ma cut a hole in the pocket of these CDC jeans
And ask homegirl for a handjob when she visit
Sick of naked pictures and only two kisses
L-Dog from APB smuggled dope in his kicks
Since they wear the same size, he trade shoes with his bitch
And every time he hit, we smoke big cigarettes
On 'the Outs', we grab drinks and reminisce—under arrest
They gave my neighborhood gang injunctions
But we still bang at the functions
Demonstrate discipline, follow instructions—
Gat tucked, opps pull up, get to bustin'
Creased Levi's, white tee and my flag, flag, flag, flag
Contraband—
Pack of menthols and a O.E. tall can, can, can, tall can
Contraband
Been a line-presser, no extras or exceptions
Motherfucker outta pocket—bet that I'ma check him
Gotta cool squabble, you get wobbled if you test it
Any further problems, I'ma pop him with the weapon
Rep is hella solid, got it raw from out the trenches
Credentials is the general, and boss is my position
Call Dogg for the L-B-C car in prison—
Any contraband? Run the bag—I could get it
Hit me with that Green Dot, PayPal or Zelle
Pass it through the library, straight to your celly
Watching iPods and on my phone like daily
Word to King Joe, Big Duck & Lil' Tray Deee
Catch me on the bust-down once the yard open
Metal piece sharpened once the war start smokin'
Level 4—we never show no pity or no fear
Move with Usalama, speak Swahili on tier
Keyway!
They gave my neighborhood gang injunctions
But we still bang at the functions
Demonstrate discipline, follow instructions—
Gat tucked, opps pull up, get to bustin'
Creased Levi's, white tee and my flag, flag, flag, flag
Contraband—
Menthols in a O.E. tall can
Can, can, can, tall can
