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Anita Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
[Jay Worthy:]
Tippin' through the hood in a six-fo' Classic shit, make you really feel like this the west coast (West) Home of the gangbang (Home) Church's and the liquor stores (Yeah) Big Homies politicin', you know how that shit go (Ugh) [?] big strawberries and some thick hoes Stopped to get a styrofoam, ice and some Newports (Ugh) Holla at the homie, [?] ([?]) It been a minute Fresh coat of paint on that thang still drippin' He said "watch out for them niggas 'round the way, they be trippin'" Bullet holes in the buildings just to show you how we livin' Just when everything is bool, niggas bust another mission We ain't worried 'bout it, keep it pimpin' ([?]) Palm trees, cool breeze, keep a nigga calm Helicopter bird flying 'round like it's Vietnam You're my angel, baby just like that Anita song I bend the corner, she put 50 hundred in my palm [Curren$y:] Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah La da da Andretti (La da da, da da) Eastside (La da da, da da) Ugh I learned the game from my bro, yo bitch open like a door I got so many hoes 'till I don't know where to go Fool, I got so many flows, I should open a store Cause the game is fo sho to be sold not told I roll up another doobie as the saga unfold Been the same since a nigga was zero years old Frozen cold, solid gold Anchor and rope Got the puffy Gucci links and the Hugo Boss robe Sunglasses, Kangol, champagne, stroll Takin' sips, clockin' bitches, feelin' like Nino Brown, New Jack City but my oldheads with it (Oldheads with it) Schooled me, so when I get it, I knew what to do with it (Nigga) [T.Y.:] Yeah, ugh Tippin' through the hood, collectin' my cake (Yeah, yeah) My lil nigga say he moved three today (Moved three today) On the road to riches, remember, you gotta drive safe (Drive safe) Gather 'round for this hot shit, I'm a fireplace (Yeah) First place in any race (Yeah) I'm just tryna concentrate (Bruh) Without havin' to kill a nigga (Yeah) I really don't feel these niggas (I don't) Wasn't up in the conversation Then you should mind your business (Mind your business) It's fucked up but we hustlin' in front them lil children (Yeah) We just tryna feed them all (Yeah) Praying that they free my dawgs ([?]) Ridin' 'round dirty, hope I don't get pulled over by the laws Cause if I do, they gon' be screaming free me too (Free me too) 30 years straight for this iron I got on my waist (This metal) Everyday, niggas adding on to the murder rate (Yeah) Hope you safe like slidin' into home plate (Hope you safe) Yeah, you're my angel, baby just like that Anita song (Song) Imma smoke this weed with you after you bring that paper home (Bring that paper home) Yeah |
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