Dom Corleo - Staples Center lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Staples Center lyrics]
(Uh, uh, yeah, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, Uh uh uh, uh uh)
Percocet, Tramadol
Nicotine, and the tree involved
Mix it up, switch it up
I'ma have me a lil' fucking bar
I'm the one who got the most game
I could show 'em all how to fucking ball
I'm the staple of the team
In a lake of lean like I was LaMelo Ball
You ain't get it, I'm talking 'bout a staple
Like it's Staples Center
I ain't talk 'bout Lavar
It's a shame that LaMelo ain't
Make it to Lakers
And I'm talking 'bout a lake of lean
'cause I be sipping on maple
My bitches, they pretty like Maybelline
Doеs that mean I made it?
Well, no, I don't got a lot of fans
But I lovе 'em it's hard to explain the love
That I got for you, so I'm making it public
The emotion is balled up
So I hop on the mic and put it in a structure
I want 'em to understand how
I feel 'bout the music
It's more like a lecture
But I want you know that it's one
More thing that I gotta say
Aye son, you might be up on your own
But it's gon' be okay
Yeah, fuck what the lames say
You went and left that broke ass
Lame ass dude
'cause you don't wanna fuck with a lame, bae
You finally did it, I'm so proud of you
(yeah uh uh, Uh, uh)
Sometimes shit get too real
You just gotta speak your mind
When you see the real agains the fake
The love against the hate
(Uh, uh, uh, Uh uh uh, uh uh)
Percocet, Tramadol
Nicotine, and the tree involved
Mix it up, switch it up
I'ma have me a lil' fucking bar
I'm the one who got the most game
I could show 'em all how to fucking ball
I'm the staple of the team
In a lake of lean like I was LaMelo Ball
You ain't get it, I'm talking 'bout a staple
Like it's Staples Center
I ain't talk 'bout Lavar
It's a shame that LaMelo ain't
Make it to Lakers
And I'm talking 'bout a lake of lean
'cause I be sipping on maple
My bitches, they pretty like Maybelline
Doеs that mean I made it?
Well, no, I don't got a lot of fans
But I lovе 'em it's hard to explain the love
That I got for you, so I'm making it public
The emotion is balled up
So I hop on the mic and put it in a structure
I want 'em to understand how
I feel 'bout the music
It's more like a lecture
But I want you know that it's one
More thing that I gotta say
Aye son, you might be up on your own
But it's gon' be okay
Yeah, fuck what the lames say
You went and left that broke ass
Lame ass dude
'cause you don't wanna fuck with a lame, bae
You finally did it, I'm so proud of you
(yeah uh uh, Uh, uh)
Sometimes shit get too real
You just gotta speak your mind
When you see the real agains the fake
The love against the hate