"Vogues" lyrics
No uh, no... This is my last one (Yes) How much time we got?
Sometimes when I say something about drugs real loud I seem. Haha
Like last time it was heroin and methadone, every time I said that. Hahaha
In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper
Fired my receptionist 'cause she a slow typer
Candy-green Viper, with the white striper
Choppin' down Scott, slicer and dicer
Keep my wrist iced-up, just like my white cup
Ass on the tight buck, bought Pop a nice truck
Bang, Spice 1, 'round my neck a python
Pack a four-pound "do you wanna die" gun
Puff like a dragon, slab Cadillac Brougham
Stack cash in the back of a crack home
Wreck 'em 'til the outro, show 'em how the south go
Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo
No blue or red that's leaving fools dead
Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw said
Tré to the Clarke, back to the South Park
Have you ever seen a nigga just freak a Skylark?
Ride, ride, ridin' on them vogues, for sure, man, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them vogues for sure, man
I was a neighborhood drug dealer
Hillwood high life fuckin' blood spiller
In it for the money and not much else
Picked up a pen and I struck wealth
I was travelin' to different cities, different hoods
Sometimes in arenas, sometimes in the woods
Met a lot of fans I never knew had
I get little gifts and I give 'em to dad
He puts 'em in a room with all my old trophies
Things he looks at 'cause he ain't got no stories
Of me growin up as a kid on Coral Street
He left to the store and now we're four deep
Came back ten years later
"Mom, there's a man outside. Is he a neighbor?
He said he lived in our house a long time ago."
"That's your dad, son. I guess he's back from Stop N Go."
Ride, ride, ridin' on them vogues, for sure, man, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them vogues for sure, man
Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces
So I had to open up seven Dope Houses
Cadillac bounces, started makin' thousands
Draped up in three-thousand-dollar outfits
Everybody happy, laws tryna trap me
Pissed 'cause I quit and started comin' up rapping
Higher than some scaffolding, sipping, laughing
Stayin' on my toes like them hoes that be tapping
I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper
In my jag trippin' out on Zoolander
Play fastball but I move kinda slow
With some little freaks, y'all must be from Idaho
I think I'm from Ohio, 'cause I'm kinda high-o
I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though
Killin brain cells, really isn't cool
That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052, hah
Yup... that's me... blowin weed with my grandpa watchin' uh... yo
Creep n Crawl, crawl, on them eighty fours, for sure, man, rollin 'round, 'round, on them killer vogues, for sure, man, creep n crawl, crawl, on them 84s...
Sometimes when I say something about drugs real loud I seem. Haha
Like last time it was heroin and methadone, every time I said that. Hahaha
In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper
Fired my receptionist 'cause she a slow typer
Candy-green Viper, with the white striper
Choppin' down Scott, slicer and dicer
Keep my wrist iced-up, just like my white cup
Ass on the tight buck, bought Pop a nice truck
Bang, Spice 1, 'round my neck a python
Pack a four-pound "do you wanna die" gun
Puff like a dragon, slab Cadillac Brougham
Stack cash in the back of a crack home
Wreck 'em 'til the outro, show 'em how the south go
Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo
No blue or red that's leaving fools dead
Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw said
Tré to the Clarke, back to the South Park
Have you ever seen a nigga just freak a Skylark?
Ride, ride, ridin' on them vogues, for sure, man, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them vogues for sure, man
I was a neighborhood drug dealer
Hillwood high life fuckin' blood spiller
In it for the money and not much else
Picked up a pen and I struck wealth
I was travelin' to different cities, different hoods
Sometimes in arenas, sometimes in the woods
Met a lot of fans I never knew had
I get little gifts and I give 'em to dad
He puts 'em in a room with all my old trophies
Things he looks at 'cause he ain't got no stories
Of me growin up as a kid on Coral Street
He left to the store and now we're four deep
Came back ten years later
"Mom, there's a man outside. Is he a neighbor?
He said he lived in our house a long time ago."
"That's your dad, son. I guess he's back from Stop N Go."
Ride, ride, ridin' on them vogues, for sure, man, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them vogues for sure, man
Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces
So I had to open up seven Dope Houses
Cadillac bounces, started makin' thousands
Draped up in three-thousand-dollar outfits
Everybody happy, laws tryna trap me
Pissed 'cause I quit and started comin' up rapping
Higher than some scaffolding, sipping, laughing
Stayin' on my toes like them hoes that be tapping
I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper
In my jag trippin' out on Zoolander
Play fastball but I move kinda slow
With some little freaks, y'all must be from Idaho
I think I'm from Ohio, 'cause I'm kinda high-o
I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though
Killin brain cells, really isn't cool
That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052, hah
Yup... that's me... blowin weed with my grandpa watchin' uh... yo
Creep n Crawl, crawl, on them eighty fours, for sure, man, rollin 'round, 'round, on them killer vogues, for sure, man, creep n crawl, crawl, on them 84s...
Thanks to Alex for adding these lyrics.
