Curren$y, Harry Fraud, Snoop Dogg - 180 Days lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
La da da da da, da da, da da, da da
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby
We smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret
We could always kick it

This what they fucking with me
For in the first place documenting my rise
Representing my birth place
My homeboys buy me muscle cars on my birthday
My homeboys steamroll probably before I know
That they in the way my bitch in the tub
She got your bitch feeding her grapes
I'm watching Carlito's Way
Your friend since the fourth grade
Got you on tape caught up
They threaten to throw him behind the
Gates if he didn't cooperate
He handed you over that day on
A silver plate to escape
Total disgrace, we don't do things that way
I ordered a Wraith, it's handmade
It take 180 days
You want it to happen overnight
You having a bad dream when you wake up
My team beat and fled the
Scene with all the cream that's right
British racing green on my
Latest foreign machine
Seat color look real close to tangerine peels
Soulja told you what happen to
Fakes in the field
I pour out a whole bottle for my partner
He that real east Side at all times still
Chevrolet on three wheels at the
Red light standing still
Reputation on stainless steel

'58 Continental dogg
Digital dashboard, no analog
Turn the corner, raise the front
My music is hella loud, so is this blunt
Unadulterated, funk baby
Four fifteens up in the trunk, baby
What a day, I play to play
'Bout to scoop up my brand new Chevrolet
And it's a donk ride, Duval gave it to me
It's on some Florida shit
You know the flavor homie
It's stitched by Slick so it's sick as fuck
Police behind me, they on my nuts
But they'll never catch a G like me
I do the right thing bitch
Like I was Spike Lee
And I might be in a IROC or a 5 point 0
Or Cadillac for sure, laying real low
Moon roof open with the fin tails
Inhale, exhale, chem trails
Me and Spitta, that's some real shit
Crip'd up and whipped up
Hand on the killswitch

Say, you better know it man
From the NO to the LBC it's what we do man
We get to it like we do it
Always on that fluid spitta, Snoop Dogg
Y'all know what time it is
We gon' ride out to this shit, so gangsta
Yeah, we're in a caravan right now
'bout 55 cars
Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Monte Carlos, IROCs
50s, Falcons, Cougars, mustangs
I mean, I mean ha ha haha
That nigga in that Cutlass, that shit cold
That shit's slick
Okay, 50 something Belair huh i can dig it
Mmm