E.T.

Album cover art for "E.T." by Curren$y & B-Real

Curren$y & B-Real - Rap

E.T.

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[Intro: Curren$y] Drive In Theatre Turn it up some for me [Verse 1: Curren$y] Fresh paint on the park bench Shining in the sunlight of the morning Under the shade of the trees, taking it all in In the courtyard of my homegirl's apartments Scared to play, how could you ever win? Make a mistake, then a revision Make them see that shit the way you did Some of these fools will never get it But I still give a hundred percent, just Consideration for the listeners, appreciation for the livers Lifers, Henny swiggers Weed smokers, Chevy drivers, switches hitting Steady dipping, banging oldies, throw the set up out the window Hit my horn at the homies, just vibing Bitch, you can't kill it, immortals chilling Portals to dimensions where everybody keep it realer On this side, we don't feel you, on this side One of these youngins might steal you, on this side For looking too unfamiliar, too much like a squealer Dice shooter, debt dealers, grocery store looters All the same, nigga, put into a bad position Back the coolest cat in the corner Transform into a junkyard bulldog on 'em, posers Imposters, opponents, I throw them all in One-size-fits-all boxes, coaching While smoking notice a weakness in your defense We bust it open, fitting to run it like a quarterback option These niggas not sharks, they just flounders Goonies in training, surround 'em, then drown 'em Scuba Steve blood hounding, never found them Started from the bottom, then I got rich, never dipped Cause I'm so at one with my surroundings, bitch [Chorus: Curren$y] You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home, you an alien, alien You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home [Verse 2: B-Real] As I'm pulling trees out the grow room Phone blowing up, man, how'd they know so soon? All these ladies looking right, hydro bloom Got these rookies fucking faded, singing show tunes You get it from the doctor, it's a bomb sack And if you sitting too close, catch a contact If you want my territory, combat I don't be losing cool, doctor is a calm cat Every ninety days, around the way, the ladies pay me Crazy how they make me paper, I appreciate it greatly One day I'll retire, give some peace to those who hate me But you're saying to the doctor, listen no one else can save me But every now and then, someone stepping out of pocket People want my green and my rivals try to block it This is unacceptable, I don't see the logic To put your life at risk, cause I'll put one through your locket I don't beef for bullshit, I just want to treat my patients It's a cold life, Alaska, Sarah Palin When I give you knowledge, take it like a revelation When the people want the best, they know that I'm the destination Any other source will get you high, you'll feel amazing But it's just a duplication of the fire that I'm blazing When you're far away from home and you don't have no sources I will dab you out if I can just find where my torch is [Chorus: Curren$y] You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home, you an alien, alien You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home [Verse 3: Curren$y] Uh, she came first, I came last Sheisty bitch'll put arsenic in your glass, and Propose a toast to the fact that you been smoked You a dead man walking, sucker, you ain't even know Never let my eyes close around these hoes But she quick to put us down on the score, that's for sure Tryna work her way in, mafia ties, helicopter ride Business meetings in the sky, drug dealers in disguise This is I, day in, day out Dazed in the Days Inn, letting this work play out They download and demand more when I put a tape out But I'm the manufacturer, so there will never be a drought As a matter fact, girl, you need to peep your boy out I been considering assembling a batch of bad bitches My hired assassins, looks could kill, cause I just Handed Looks a Magnum, we called her Look cause Fuck, man, look at her, she got them looks, man Model, singer slash actress, Dillingers in the mattress Gloves and ski masks dissipate the static Chase away the madness, chase bank deposits Bitch, I always got it, I just tell you I don't have it Cause too many people was looking at me when you asked me Hundred percent averaging, highness, your majesty I am this savagely [Chorus: Curren$y] You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home, you an alien, alien You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home [Outro: The Godfather] Clemenza: Looks like a fortress around here. What's with all the new faces? Tessio: We'll need 'em now. After the hospital thing, Sonny got mad. We hit Bruno Tattaglia four o'clock this morning Clemenza: Jesus Chr[Chorus: Curren$y] You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home, you an alien, alien You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien You far away from your home

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Credits

Writers
  • B-Real
  • Curren$y