1997

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Corner Boy P] Shit, nigga, my mind on the dough Ridin' round in that bowtie, got the shift on the floor You dont know where these niggas minds at when they plot on the dough So I ride 'round, extra burner, extra clips in the door Gettin' paranoid in the day, people might kick in the door But when you paper chase, you chase that paper far as it go Cause I'd rather be tired from hustlin', than tired of havin' nothin' So I go out the way to make sure my pockets stay straight Nigga, I go a lil' further, same streets where they murder Same streets I call home might lead me to a goner But I ride for this corner, and ever nigga that's on it I seen the best come and go niggas even die with it on 'em And I can't call it, just answer every time that money is callin' She call me doggish, but she only callin' me cause I'm ballin' They all doubted, underestimated and underrated It's all good, fuck them niggas, as long as they don't underpay me [Interlude: Curren$y] Yeah yeah La la-la-la, la-la, la-la [Verse 2: Curren$y] My steerin' wheel wood, my weed hella' good My rolex yellow-gold, I'm flexin on them hoes Them bitches strike a pose, they hopin' that I look I'm finna head home, love, you tryna get took? Jet Life, and I wrote it down in Eli's book I'm higher then the plane, we ain't writing down hooks Couple bars here and there, couple honeys on the leer See my camp get low, love can't stop the crooks Rap moves for the paper, every caper, every juks Keep gas in the scrapers, and them haters not my neighbors Got some marksman assuring me that they on the roof They help me sleep better, dozed off countin' cheddar Woke up, washed up, rolled up to the loot Polygraph in the booth, make every line a truth And a eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth Leave a lot of niggas blind, and unable to chew