Liq & Licks

Lyrics

[Verse 1: GRIP] Look, we was ridin' in the air Pass around the liq', plottin' on a lick Mama raised me better, never ever thought it'd come to this No cents equals niggas with no sense Fuck around and get your door kicked, while you posted at the gig We rummagin' through your crib Lookin' for the prized possessions Better hide your necklace Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of Texas My life came crashin' down, and I'm surprised I survived the wreckage Now I'm here to apply the methods of the wild and reckless Young and restless Brung them weapons, just in case In and out that bitch without a trace Take the ski mask and hide your face [Chorus: GRIP] I'm talking liquor and licks Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it) With the homies we schemin' (Schemin') Tryna' come up quick In old schools with my fools (Fools) We gon' hit this patrol (Hit this patrol) Might pull up to yo crib (Yo crib) I hope nobody home (Nobody home) Talking liquor and licks Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it) With the homies we schemin' Tryna' come up quick In old schools with my fools (Fools) We gon' hit this patrol ('Trol) Might pull up to your crib I hope nobody home (Nobody home) [Verse 2: GRIP] Woke up early this morning Dollar signs on my mind Let me open my blinds Wake and bake, rise and shine Nigga pockets is sick (Pockets is sick) Let me hit up my bros (Hit up my bros) We gon' cop us some liq' (Cop us some liq') We gon' kick us some dolls (Kick us some dolls) Everything should go smooth If we just stick to the code If we pull this shit off We gon' get us some goals Might just hit up the mall We gon' get us some clothes We gon' shit on these niggas, and we gon' pick up some hoes You know how that shit goes (You know how that shit goes) Play the game like your s'pose (Play the game like your s'pose) Stay ahead of my foes (Stay ahead of my foes) And breaking bread with my woes (Breaking bread with my woes) Ain't got the kinda time to be worried 'bout no bitch, oh, no Need my chips rapido-rapido 'cause this chick slo-mo Last time a nigga hit a lick we stole the pack (Stole the pack) Broke it down and got that shit off in my culdesac (In my culdesac) From them zips, half sevens's to them three-five's Young niggas tryna' come up on the East Side [Chorus: GRIP & YGTUT] I'm talking liquor and licks Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it) With the homies we schemin' (Schemin') Tryna' come up quick In old schools with my fools (Fools) We gon' hit this patrol (Hit this patrol) Might pull up to yo crib (Yo crib) I hope nobody home (Nobody home) Talking liquor and licks Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it) With the homies we schemin' Tryna' come up quick (Come up quick) In old schools with my fools (Fools) We gon' hit this patrol ('Trol) Might pull up to your crib (Yeah) I hope nobody home (Nobody home) [Verse 3: YGTUT] Uh, do what you need to do So you can do what you wanna, baby Bend the corners, better slingin' quarters back with the pack Baby taken orders back with the sex, [?] with the [?] Hangin' out with Mr. Cooper It's a [?] real music, how you let a nigga make it out the [?] Bad though, I don't need your bitch, a nigga been havin' hoes Youngest bosses, I'm in my office, back to winner, we done took our losses Tired of seein' niggas laid up in coffins, while we out here get paid rockin' nice ass watches Drinkin' champagne, and you drink from the faucet I'm drinkin' champagne and you drink from the faucet Hotter than Rihanna in the middle of August Nigga it's a hazard we don't hold no punches We all gon' eat, fuck your free lunches, nigga Back on the scene with a back pack full of that stick-icky green I'm a stash that, if I gotta, gotta make the cheese Holla at your boy, man I got what you need [Chorus: GRIP] I'm talking liquor and licks Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it) With the homies we schemin' (Schemin') Tryna' come up quick In old schools with my fools (Fools) We gon' hit this patrol (Hit this patrol) Might pull up to yo crib (Yo crib) I hope nobody home (Nobody home) Talking liquor and licks Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it) With the homies we schemin' Tryna' come up quick (Come up quick) In old schools with my fools We gon' hit this patrol ('Trol) Might pull up to your crib I hope nobody home (Nobody home)