"CHANGING FACES" lyrics
The Jux, Turkish Dcypha, Tiggs Da Author & Wavy Boy Smith Lyrics
[Wavy Boy Smith:]
Who wanna know, The story of the Jux and this pot of gold
Proper stones, Cuban links cover my collar bone
Chilling out in prayer then it's straight for a proper show
Living on a prayer but my bitch say it's rock and roll (whooo)
Cruising like Mandela, bin blowing mad cheddar
Music I bang Fella, I'm cool with the gram sellers
Cool with the bank tellers, Rick Owen black leather
Cooler than Jacks Teller (whooooo)
This cash is offensive I chop and count some
Perhaps I'm resembling the brother Malcom
Betrayed but mobilised
My wave is multiplied
I splash on my gremlins and watch the out come
My bitch think of dowry, cause we've got four rings on the Audi
And she don't sport bling if it's cloudy
But it might pour in the Dubai maul
I ball like we were thought things by the Saudis
[Tiggs Da Author:]
I'm sorry
Couple G's in a gangster party
Man's not playing
Fresh off the stove lick it in the AM
Ayo T can we slay em?
Wavy can we slay em?
From the PM to the AM
(Yeah)
[Wavy Boy Smith:]
Hella clean, as I meditate in the mezzanine
Better scheme, cappas are just waiting to sell a dream
I was writing fresh shit with no electric
In Africa we filled our generators with kerosene
Raised in the jungle like the Bantu were
Where gorillas and the baboons were
In a year I might pull up in a brand-new spur
I'm Cyril Sneer in this racoon fur
This is some fly shit, I trap in these rags
Dripping Sacai kicks, and splash on these tags
Japanese whiskey, Japanese swag
Red dot on your head like a Japanese flag
Allah's grace got me posing out in Cali
Or listening to Sade dolo in Miami
But some days you don't even know your family
Scarface look what Tony did to Manny
[Tiggs Da Author:]
I'm sorry
Couple G's in a gangster party
Man's not playing
Fresh off the stove lick it in the AM
Ayo T can we slay em?
Wavy can we slay em?
From the PM to the AM
(Yeah)
Who wanna know, The story of the Jux and this pot of gold
Proper stones, Cuban links cover my collar bone
Chilling out in prayer then it's straight for a proper show
Living on a prayer but my bitch say it's rock and roll (whooo)
Cruising like Mandela, bin blowing mad cheddar
Music I bang Fella, I'm cool with the gram sellers
Cool with the bank tellers, Rick Owen black leather
Cooler than Jacks Teller (whooooo)
This cash is offensive I chop and count some
Perhaps I'm resembling the brother Malcom
Betrayed but mobilised
My wave is multiplied
I splash on my gremlins and watch the out come
My bitch think of dowry, cause we've got four rings on the Audi
And she don't sport bling if it's cloudy
But it might pour in the Dubai maul
I ball like we were thought things by the Saudis
[Tiggs Da Author:]
I'm sorry
Couple G's in a gangster party
Man's not playing
Fresh off the stove lick it in the AM
Ayo T can we slay em?
Wavy can we slay em?
From the PM to the AM
(Yeah)
[Wavy Boy Smith:]
Hella clean, as I meditate in the mezzanine
Better scheme, cappas are just waiting to sell a dream
I was writing fresh shit with no electric
In Africa we filled our generators with kerosene
Raised in the jungle like the Bantu were
Where gorillas and the baboons were
In a year I might pull up in a brand-new spur
I'm Cyril Sneer in this racoon fur
This is some fly shit, I trap in these rags
Dripping Sacai kicks, and splash on these tags
Japanese whiskey, Japanese swag
Red dot on your head like a Japanese flag
Allah's grace got me posing out in Cali
Or listening to Sade dolo in Miami
But some days you don't even know your family
Scarface look what Tony did to Manny
[Tiggs Da Author:]
I'm sorry
Couple G's in a gangster party
Man's not playing
Fresh off the stove lick it in the AM
Ayo T can we slay em?
Wavy can we slay em?
From the PM to the AM
(Yeah)
