Lyrics

[Intro] Yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh, East West North South It's one of 'em days man Just feel like breaking out and shit you'no'I'mean? Fuck the ki's, fuck the coke, fuck the hoes (Word son), you gotta take some hoes wit you (Thats true, thats true) know'am'sayin' You might end up in Paris and shit Aruba, Rio, you know that real willy shit [Verse 1] Yo they ask me -- How I got so hard? I rock Wallabees from stomping yard Eat Ital food Selassie I god Drink herb tea Sarsaparilla Half-A-Milla, take you on rap adventure Be cautious how you spit my rhymes They might crack your dentures My rap is ill as the Donald Goines literature Sinister, menace, far from the minister In this to win this Swallow bottles of Guinness down in Venice Smoke a pound of that spinach, until the ground is spinning Walk around in linen, green lizard slithering No beginning nor ending, no make believe no pretending Dunn I vacate suite and blaze 'em in the street Executive thug my salary is steep, I carry the heat Remove the gravity from your feet Your cavity creep, I hang you high and bury you deep Forever you sleep, I chop the head off for the week And sail off on a yacht and get lost for several weeks Batman move in silence that's why I never speak Forever is deep [Chorus] x2 Shit is deep shit is real Sometimes I just wanna get away Fly to an Island and chill Shit is deep shit is real Sometimes I wanna put down the steel And say mothafuck them dollar bills [Verse 2] Eating mangos with my main hoes Went from bank rolls to bank loads Scraping the globe in a stank rose Stepping out the shower in a mink robe Flour like Duncan Hines Come for mine and I'm bucking the nines Sometimes I wanna just leave this life behind Take a vacation that's right for the mind Relax my muscle's, relax from the hustle Miles away from cats that wanna bust you Miles away from the struggle, that's what it be Weather like 100 degrees Pineapple juice under the trees Purple haze wrapped in the leaves From massages by them Caribbean Queens, nah'mean? Pretty thug theme, clear blue water like I'm Marine Watching videos on an 80 inch sub-screen Touch CREAM Its like every thug's dream, nothing in between [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3] Sipping on Dom, watching chicks strip to their thongs Skinny dipping with the women, cuz my Benjamin's long Swimming with swans, hit my cell won't get no response Two way me I won't reply, what the fuck ya niggas want? I took a vacation from Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx Got my mind right, clear some thoughts For years holding fort, no remorse No love for you haters, dunn we floss You know what it cost, smoking opium in the Porsche Paying cat just to drive you around and open the doors I was suppose to score like R. Kelly, I can soar I believe I can fly, without the henny or lye Bling like it ain't a thing, wings on the 850i Vehicle king, layed back in Rio and things And I ain't worried about 'em kilos or c-note that the streets hold Game is to be sold, not to be told I'm slicker then Wallabee slippers from poverty to pro, yo [Chorus] x2 [Outro] Ya heard? yea, uh huh East West North South Yea, Half-A-Mill-ion, DJ Ali the Don