Alchemist Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] That's jazzy right there Yeah, oh-oh, hold up, oh Bring it back, bring it back Yeah (It's Gangstra Grillz ya bastards!) Yeah, Hot Spitta Yeah, chick snatcher YM, young and sexy Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Curren$y] Just can't help this fetish we got for fuckin' other niggas hoes They recognize us wherever we go So it's easy for us to get 'em up out of their clothes Come on homie, you know how it goes Just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose We just a bunch of young niggas with dough So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone Young Money, nigga [Verse 1: Curren$y] Yeah, no matter where I'm at, no matter where I be I'm recognised by these girls in the city streets Some of 'em get the wrong idea about me And say I'm nothin' but a D to the O-G Nah, that ain't right and that ain't tight They think I'm only out to hurt 'em, but that ain't nice So I'm just playin' the field, getting it where I fit in A lot of drama in the relationships that I've been in So now I'm going solo, lock downs a no-no You never know, homeboy, I might be hitting your hoe Yep, I've always had a problem with that shit Dip in another n—, yo, to see how the grass hiss 'Cause you know they say it's greener on the other side So when you go to work, you best believe I'm swingin' by You see, I love women but I'm addicted to hoes So I'm in my car, yeah, [?] [Chorus: Curren$y] [Verse 2: ???] Ayo, ma, I could take you from nada The Fendi to Prada New York, doing a week, weekend Bahamas New condo, no more living with your mama Make your bedsheets, chinchilla your pyjamas Let me knock it down like they did to Saint Thomas Nah, I don't eat, ma, I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer I could have you living like Ms. Dolce & Gabbana Have you living life like your girl Jane [?] Put you in a Rover, take you out of Honda Slide me the cocha, here's that anaconda Let 'em be your boyfriend, [?] be your man Your only plan B for the time you can't stand [Chorus: Curren$y] [Verse 3: ???] I spit a lil' game just to get her open Bumping Stephanie Mills, shit, mind blowing Y'all don't know about it, I'm on my grown man I'm tryna fuck her in the mouth, you tryna be a man And hold hands and tear them all up When I'm the late night, n—, that's your call up She love my demeanour [?] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Since I'm the best I walk with extra gestures Lead on my hip for the textbook testers Write me with a pen and put your name at the end I'll invite you and a friend to a game, and I don't ball But you would swear I hit the game winnin' shot and all The seats don't fold, baby girl, this the floor Ugh, baby girl, this the boy I please a lot of ladies So please say the, please say the She say the baby I'm a young macaroni, with cheese My girl from Belize, she never wanna believe I'm a rapper she'd just rather think I'm handsome and sweet Told me [?????] when I'm in it real deep Love how I get ill when I get real street Like Bushwick Bill, bitch, gimme three feet I'm so Hollygrove, mama, hope you feel my gangsta And if you do, I don't blame ya [Chorus: Curren$y] Just can't help this fetish we got for fuckin' other niggas hoes They recognize us wherever we go So it's easy for us to get 'em up out of their clothes Come on homie, you know how it goes Just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose We just a bunch of young niggas with dough So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone Young Money, nigga [Outro: DJ Drama] This is a dedication! (Gangsta Grillz) Rest in Peace Soulja Slim