Curren$y Album

[Intro]
Haha, Yeauh
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool
Turn it Up Some
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life,
Yeauh, Eauh

[Verse]
I'm gettin hella mail from jail, niggas tellin me to kill it,
When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches,
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture,
Flippin my remote, same way I do them hoes,
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door,
Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows,
No square shall enter in the circle of winners,
Know I'm prepared for whatev, you know what I been thru,
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues,
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru,
But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you,
soon as you quit hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you,
Baby blue, souls D's, White 11, '96,
No retro card came with this,
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift,
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured,
Shawty body chocolated, Russel Stover,
Brung weed wit' her whenever I invite her over,
Polo sweater, tether belt hangin' off her shoulder,
No care, over here, so we put it in the air,
Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna fuck errywhere,
That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table,
We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good,
if you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it,
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucketlist,
and these boys, I granted his deathwish,
Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch,
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai,
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride,
'87 Corvette ZR1, to the T-top softened,
put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump,
That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed,
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last,
Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I don't check bags,
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past,
Half Rose, Sean Don, OJ in my glass,
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Prota-J curriculum,
doors open like a pendulum swingin,
Rock in my Jetset Emblem,
Fool is to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon,
the car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin,
Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin',
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin,
not pillin', just element twistin',
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin
Yeauhh

[Outro]
(Mumbling)
Jets, where haven't we
Jets, where haven't we been
Jets, where haven't we. . .

[Intro]
Uh
Scoo do do do do do do
Racecars and Weed Jars
Nigga

[Verse 1]
I got a style for every bump in ya face,
Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case
You Know, I'm bowtied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69,
so quick off the line,
Coin double side,
but no matter what, we heads up,
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should
be aware of us,
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath,
Miss me? No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, 'Miss me',
Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me,
All of that is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky,
But babygirl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy,
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening,
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

[Hook]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight (x2)
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight (x2)
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do

[Verse 2]
And the view from the Rockin chair improve,
but I am yet to see a team fuckin with the crew,
Near and far, saw it all, Wideframe,
Everything with Wangs ain't a plane mayne,
Indo get rolled up like car windows,
Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows,
the wind blown in changed, and I am not mad
Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta find a style fast,
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan,
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin in desert sands,
Alive I stand, never dead; though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky. . .
Fool

[Hook]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight (x2)
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight (x2)
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do

[Outro]
Scoo do do do do do do (x2)

lyrics by 609briantrav

Uh,
Kush smoke/ Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before the elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience/ Al Jarreau in the third row
Parental guardian? to this art for it's my baby
Lazy eyed/ though watchful
Tryna play me I'll spot you
Points I prove with my every move
Right from the beginning I was writin/ That was very true
This is what I know
Make a fool outta you/ If we were to duel
In tha hall player playin pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Judd
Drop jewels/ Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe

[And you could tell
From distance trynna figure
The reals say I'm
But I'm still
And you could tell]

[Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)]

Ain't nothing change but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man watch my leather
Cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta in them Monstabeats radioactive, I don't kick it with no rappers
They be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on criss cross, who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
Zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Struggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled about it
You can't deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
Whodini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician
You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, I
Sent to the waffle house twit my order from the car man
Yeah...

And I'm looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance trynna figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit
But I'm still...

Looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance trynna figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit
But I'm still...

I'm high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I'm in
But I do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lot a smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rollin that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
I hope your hungry
I got a plate of dutch for homie, liquor
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us
Now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us?
I'm stil, still...

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With these lazy eyes ive seen, more than you could see in seven lifetimes, get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside, give you insight on the situation cuz I done it twice. Done the dotted line tight rope walk where the suits want results they don't talk, dozens of songs locked away, and rottin in the vault, know one to blame it was solely my fault. No soft grown? Just boss game long, right now im not trippin pippin you can pay me for it when you get it. Im tryna get a bigger home put my nigga's on, they putting they nigga's on, we getting really strong. Met rex jets, best shape ever, winner circle, squares needa get it together, or stop hanging with each other, go somewhere and get it separate, your b*tch want that vitamin D, she lookin desperate. Bull shit convo five minutes invested, now she butt naked lying to you via text message. In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce, giving head and trying to get ahead of us, you know what way is up.

As the world still turning, my joint still burnin, I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon. So if you want respect you gotta earn it, its crazy most people never learn it, preach. So before they hear my sermon, hears my confession I get dressed with my burner jeesh, I know that aint right but I know when shits weak, try livin on my.....so before I fall asleep with a certified freak, who just try to get her hands on some court side seats, im cool, nice, ... you cant get that from me, nice guy hard body man they way too weak. Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G, I never try to be something im not, I do me. I find it better on my own two feet, Robby keeping you nigga's low key jets fool

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intro:
L L L L L L L L Jet life Jet life jet life
where havnt we been.......and you can tell...from bitches tryna... boy im still..... and you could tell.... spitta in em spitta in em spitta in em yeeeeeuh

Verse 1
aint nutn change but the weather in a temp tag sequence of number and letters
on my chevelle you can ride but hey man watch my leather
cause bitches get evicted in traffic from disrespecting the classic..
rozze in the glasses get the weed out the plastic,
spitta and the monster beats radioactive...i dont kick it with no rappers they be hustlin backwards
like the jeans on criss cross who you mac daddy or daddy mackin..
pennin lyrics on back of these napkins...zoned out in the first class cabin with noise cancellation head phones...
two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down the ocean inspire..
scribbling fire on the street car name desire...
straggling the fence you only get caught in the barb wire..
im independent fuck yo system i get paid with out it....
got a new pocket..bitch you new writin as a blogger..
that rapper weed she smoke that spitta strong..she wrote about it
you can deny it i am a rider word to pac ambition
houdini yo man squigi dissapear shes a magician..
you cant blame....
in the midst of the fame planes get change
i sent to the waffle house with my order from the car mane

Chorus:
And im looking famous
and you can tell by the reactions of them strangers
from bitches tryna figure if it is or if aint him
the real say im on it the hater say i aint shit but im..

still looking famous
and you can tell by the reactions of them strangers
from bitches tryna figure if it is or if aint him
the real say im on it the hater say i aint shit but im..still

Im high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my 57 at the drive in
this is a scary movie im in but i do it for my folk who genuinely they want me to win
i do alot of smoking to stay over this bogus shit
my money is not on these bitches my focus is LA
niggas claimin to be jet planes but they not
pay homage the founder in the house kid
a milf hunter ask yo momma she can vouch bitch
if she cool to fuckin down rollin the bony up
race day money on the startin gate
pony up i hope your hungry
i got a plate of dust for ya homie (look up)
early morning execise doin kush ups
i aint stingy with it got a couple pounds foot up
bitches used to over look us
now in my presents they shook up
see where this rap shit done took us..(im still...still......)

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Curren$y:

yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes i'm
anticipatin these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine.
Maco snap through the fishin' line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time.
On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's.
But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew.
The green done coloured my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them other niggas pay us.
It's like im in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean's 14, plot out new capers.
Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up,
Wonderin' who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures, babygirl roll those joints bigger



Chorus(x2)
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?


Fiend:

All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassels, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco.
Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural.
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west ?
Shawty i could hit it out the park satchel page./
Damn Im paid, thinkin' of all that money I made, since lookin' at the hip like i just got paged.
Every summer, new car, new paint, girl i know you ain't frown with yo' pussy, you BAITCH!
I work too hard for " I can't", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank!"
I'm in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin' I need one more for the Spitta girl

Chorus(x2)
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

[Intro:]
Uh
Scoo do do do do do do
Racecars and Weed Jars
Nigga

[Verse 1:]
I got a style for every bump in ya face,
Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case
You Know, I'm bowtied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69,
so quick off the line,
Coin double side,
but no matter what, we heads up,
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should
be aware of us,
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath,
Miss me? No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, "Miss me",
Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me,
All of that is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky,
But babygirl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy,
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening,
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

[Hook:]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do

[Verse 2:]
And the view from the Rockin chair improve,
but I have yet to see a team fuckin with the crew,
Near and far, saw it all, Wideframe,
Everything with Wangs ain't a plane mayne,
Indo get rolled up like car windows,
Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows,
the wind blown in changed, and I am not mad
Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta find a style fast,
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan,
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin in desert sands,
Alive I stand, never dead; though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky...
Fool

[Hook]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do

[Verse 3:]
Definitely dress down, and everybody here know it,
Yo, A snow white aston on a ground with a poet,
Know as the kid who told you to come to the crib,
Threw a bag on your lap, and told you dont blow the kids,
We mealed up, actually my flowing is real tough,
Sport these gazelles, faded leather or real rough,
Bank account, dont even question,
Spent all my money last year buying shear investments,
Marvelous gangsta, new york nigga, make me shank something,
Rather screw honeys who aint cuffing,
All my life, six black kids stole a rifle, kick dice and strip you and slice you,
So listen young niggas, Ima give you some jewels quick,
Dont ever rat your friends out, you'll stand in a pool of shit,
Looking like a crab ass faggot, sooner or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets,
Achets,
Yea.........