DOM KENNEDY, Ray Wright - Christopher Columbus lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Ray Wright - Christopher Columbus lyrics]
You know like I used to have to fight in
School & I used to have to run home
Cause they'd go get big brother on me so uh
I start saying you know "fuck that"! Uh
I Can't be running home! You know cause
If I get ran homemy mama
Make me fight! Cause if I lose that
Fight that mean SHE gon' whoop
My ass! So I HAD to win!
That way I wouldn't get
Two ass whoopings! Cause if I get beat up
My MAMA gon' whoop
My ass for losing the fight!
So I started you know, actin' crazy"
Yeah
Was running through the hallway and shit aye
Run up on me, it's gon' be case closed
Head one the swivel cause' you never know
I know a miracle, one thats locked down
One hour on the yard ain't enough, no!
I like to exercise my spirit
White jeans in the winter
Ya'll don't hear me
APC on top, gotta bleed em'
I'm like pac in some neighborhood Adidas
& my ambition as a rider just too real
I mean I didn't learn much
Kill or be killed
Watch for sudden movements
Cause they plotting
Move you out the way to get the profit
Remember rocking hand me downs
Yeah the same clothes
Got that Stussy & the Gucci
Bitch the game chose
LA fitted nigga, never rock no Kangol
OPM, flooding in, G'd up, in my same post
Blowing Kush, fuck em' good
Lately I been layin' low
Cause I been on the road nigga, 50 days
30 shows
Champagne, campaign, dripping nigga
Head to toe thats the Pérignon
You don't muhfuggin' hear me doe
No, no, no they can't stop me
All these hoes be outta pocket
Sad to see a real nigga give up
Call it what you call it
But can't call it luck
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town
I wish you never landed here, erase the print
Leave the natives alone you greedy bitch
Leave Haiti alone you greedy bitch
Keep a small pocket, keep a trade agreement
Slaves work for you
You gotta pay these people
Might win a trophy at the ESPYS
Deposit on time, that's a blessing
Turquoise paint, it's a antique
Now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know
Fuck w a player that's all in control
Flying to islands that's only remote
Benz or that Bentley, it's gon' be a boat
Aye
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town
School & I used to have to run home
Cause they'd go get big brother on me so uh
I start saying you know "fuck that"! Uh
I Can't be running home! You know cause
If I get ran homemy mama
Make me fight! Cause if I lose that
Fight that mean SHE gon' whoop
My ass! So I HAD to win!
That way I wouldn't get
Two ass whoopings! Cause if I get beat up
My MAMA gon' whoop
My ass for losing the fight!
So I started you know, actin' crazy"
Yeah
Was running through the hallway and shit aye
Run up on me, it's gon' be case closed
Head one the swivel cause' you never know
I know a miracle, one thats locked down
One hour on the yard ain't enough, no!
I like to exercise my spirit
White jeans in the winter
Ya'll don't hear me
APC on top, gotta bleed em'
I'm like pac in some neighborhood Adidas
& my ambition as a rider just too real
I mean I didn't learn much
Kill or be killed
Watch for sudden movements
Cause they plotting
Move you out the way to get the profit
Remember rocking hand me downs
Yeah the same clothes
Got that Stussy & the Gucci
Bitch the game chose
LA fitted nigga, never rock no Kangol
OPM, flooding in, G'd up, in my same post
Blowing Kush, fuck em' good
Lately I been layin' low
Cause I been on the road nigga, 50 days
30 shows
Champagne, campaign, dripping nigga
Head to toe thats the Pérignon
You don't muhfuggin' hear me doe
No, no, no they can't stop me
All these hoes be outta pocket
Sad to see a real nigga give up
Call it what you call it
But can't call it luck
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town
I wish you never landed here, erase the print
Leave the natives alone you greedy bitch
Leave Haiti alone you greedy bitch
Keep a small pocket, keep a trade agreement
Slaves work for you
You gotta pay these people
Might win a trophy at the ESPYS
Deposit on time, that's a blessing
Turquoise paint, it's a antique
Now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know
Fuck w a player that's all in control
Flying to islands that's only remote
Benz or that Bentley, it's gon' be a boat
Aye
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck whith me get outta town