"Cuban Cigar" lyrics
Young Chris & MadeinTYO Lyrics
Rest in Peace Grandma, I know you proud of ya daughter's son
Hustle to take care of my daughter and son uh, More to come
Bought em a gun then bought em a drum
Coca-Cola, pour it with rum
Coca-Cola get you some yola Sprite with the methazine
Ready for every thing
Switches on poles artillery loaded I'm heavy with everything
(Everything!)
Come thru that block and hit everything, everything, everything, everything (blah!)
Upping the toast before you can reach in your tote
Kill em and feed em to goats
Give em the workThem nigga ain't finish the load
Them nigga ain't leaving that post
Come in that Benny and leave in that Ghost
Leave with title, I'm leaving that note
I helped all them nigga that needed that rope
Shit even at times when I needed it most
Hitting that road with a key of that dope
Before I go back to being that broke
I'm selling that pulp
I'm running with felons, this street shit a jail ain't no standing on the code
Went through it when I was famous the most, don't say a word the name of the game
One foot in, the game or the fame either with the chain gang or the gang in the bang
Street full of lames
Heart full of pain I need indica and a shot with some range
Some more indica and some julio repo just to get back to studio level
40 the bezel, C on the cuban
All these hoes keep choosing
Dog, I'm a keep re'ing-up giving back to the hood long as all these fiends keep using
Flow improving
We'll get a load every time just as long as the boat keep moving
5% on the front windows, don't blow my high when I'm lowkey cruising
My cigar a cuban, shot kicking I'm grooving grooving
Make 'em spin again, we hula hooping we do the shooting
Fuck the cops, Larry Davis stand tall, We Larry Hoover
We making you nigga suffer, you suckas get barry moving
Grah Grah Grah let em fly they parachuting, we landing wherever they standing
Cash out whenever they landing
Trap house whenever we planning, hop in the van coming from down Savannah
I got it on hand, who need it this shit on demand still running 'round on the land
Long as the count is right and I make it in with the family at night
I'm staying far away from you nigga, stay in the house
Or stand on indict? None of you nigga ain't right
Nigga is soft
Nigga is pussy
Nigga the law
Nigga a have other nigga involved the minute them nigga get hit with a charge
Nicetown that's my hood
Wingo that's my strip
Gratz street that's my block black heat that's my glock
Blue streak that's a cop
Grah Grah Grah that's my sh-- that's my shot
Nigga ain't never want to let me drop, they left me to rot
Got left in the cold
Fuck it I'm dribbling back to the block, I'm out of my crocs I made that shit Coz(y)
Cozy as ever, I'm better I'm dodging them letters
I'm coming back with a vendetta
Knowing a nigga been better than the nigga they been signing, how they ain't Never drop never never
Nigga ain't never mhm. Still they act like they got it all together fuck
Nigga is ahh.. Hate you motherfuckers
Hustle to take care of my daughter and son uh, More to come
Bought em a gun then bought em a drum
Coca-Cola, pour it with rum
Coca-Cola get you some yola Sprite with the methazine
Ready for every thing
Switches on poles artillery loaded I'm heavy with everything
(Everything!)
Come thru that block and hit everything, everything, everything, everything (blah!)
Upping the toast before you can reach in your tote
Kill em and feed em to goats
Give em the workThem nigga ain't finish the load
Them nigga ain't leaving that post
Come in that Benny and leave in that Ghost
Leave with title, I'm leaving that note
I helped all them nigga that needed that rope
Shit even at times when I needed it most
Hitting that road with a key of that dope
Before I go back to being that broke
I'm selling that pulp
I'm running with felons, this street shit a jail ain't no standing on the code
Went through it when I was famous the most, don't say a word the name of the game
One foot in, the game or the fame either with the chain gang or the gang in the bang
Street full of lames
Heart full of pain I need indica and a shot with some range
Some more indica and some julio repo just to get back to studio level
40 the bezel, C on the cuban
All these hoes keep choosing
Dog, I'm a keep re'ing-up giving back to the hood long as all these fiends keep using
Flow improving
We'll get a load every time just as long as the boat keep moving
5% on the front windows, don't blow my high when I'm lowkey cruising
My cigar a cuban, shot kicking I'm grooving grooving
Make 'em spin again, we hula hooping we do the shooting
Fuck the cops, Larry Davis stand tall, We Larry Hoover
We making you nigga suffer, you suckas get barry moving
Grah Grah Grah let em fly they parachuting, we landing wherever they standing
Cash out whenever they landing
Trap house whenever we planning, hop in the van coming from down Savannah
I got it on hand, who need it this shit on demand still running 'round on the land
Long as the count is right and I make it in with the family at night
I'm staying far away from you nigga, stay in the house
Or stand on indict? None of you nigga ain't right
Nigga is soft
Nigga is pussy
Nigga the law
Nigga a have other nigga involved the minute them nigga get hit with a charge
Nicetown that's my hood
Wingo that's my strip
Gratz street that's my block black heat that's my glock
Blue streak that's a cop
Grah Grah Grah that's my sh-- that's my shot
Nigga ain't never want to let me drop, they left me to rot
Got left in the cold
Fuck it I'm dribbling back to the block, I'm out of my crocs I made that shit Coz(y)
Cozy as ever, I'm better I'm dodging them letters
I'm coming back with a vendetta
Knowing a nigga been better than the nigga they been signing, how they ain't Never drop never never
Nigga ain't never mhm. Still they act like they got it all together fuck
Nigga is ahh.. Hate you motherfuckers
