E-40, B-Legit, Ocky - Straight Like That lyrics
[E-40, B-Legit, Ocky - Straight Like That lyrics]
I went from gettin' a bag to hittin' the dab
You can run off with the cash
But, I wouldn't do that
Got hittas to blast, deliver the gas
Get a line on your ass
Then we run through that
Stocks when it's rainin'
Forgi's when the sun out
Whatever nigga do, please
Don't bring the gun out
We be in the dugout bitch probably dug out
Wherever money at, tell her B la in route
Cookie, that's my old bitch, I been had that
Jello and Gelato, four dollars a pack
Summertime dip season all at the ranch
Gon' take the whole navy just
To trim these plants
B la got a plan though, AR commando
Mac named "Fernando, " daddy play the banjo
We gon' take the plan slow and rock on out
Catch me early harvest
We gon' crop y'all out
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
BIATCH! I'm on that fuel, that oil
Tycoon vodka and ginger beer in my cup
Moscow Mule if I get caught with my tool
It's gon' be drastic
Rather be with than without instead of
Layin' up in a casket
As a capitalist, it's a habit, it's magic
I make it happen
These bitches be on a player like
A K-9 on a package
Every time that I'm on the
Phone I'm talkin' Pig Latin (Pig Latin)
"Baby girl" is when you
Rappin' and you trizznappin'
I know a whole bunch of suckas that
Say they real but they some cowards
Without the liquor, the powder
The crystal meth and the pills
I grew up in the Hills on
The other side of the gravel
Where we keep our lips sealed
And we don't talk, tell or tattle
I give back to my people as I should
(As I should)
I don't fuck with niggas that's no good
(That's no good)
Do unto others as they do unto you
And never turn your back on your crew
(Real spillbiATCH)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Po-po handcuff us and put chains on
Us just like a tire like a car in the snow
In Mount Washington New Hampshire
My bill straps on walrus
They hella fat and they blubbery
Might go to Caesars
Spend 20 racks on some Burberry
The amount of bluebacks I've been
Makin' is stunnin' and groundbreakin'
I be triplin' and doublin' my moola
Ain't no mistakin'
Earl Stevens out'chere movin', I'm proven
No hustlin' backwards
Hella rappers I thought was real need Emmys
They really actors
Non-factor, non-actor, don't matter
Smoke fatter, bitch badder, zip shatter
Stick louder, click-clack it for chit-chatter
Brick stack, on the ground with six bangers
Moonlight, baby, I'm the child of the sun
You lookin' like money
Probably gettin' me some
Yeah, they lookin' like dummy
You ain't gettin' me none
Now I'm lookin' back like, "Nigga, huh?"
(Nigga, huh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that uh
You can run off with the cash
But, I wouldn't do that
Got hittas to blast, deliver the gas
Get a line on your ass
Then we run through that
Stocks when it's rainin'
Forgi's when the sun out
Whatever nigga do, please
Don't bring the gun out
We be in the dugout bitch probably dug out
Wherever money at, tell her B la in route
Cookie, that's my old bitch, I been had that
Jello and Gelato, four dollars a pack
Summertime dip season all at the ranch
Gon' take the whole navy just
To trim these plants
B la got a plan though, AR commando
Mac named "Fernando, " daddy play the banjo
We gon' take the plan slow and rock on out
Catch me early harvest
We gon' crop y'all out
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
BIATCH! I'm on that fuel, that oil
Tycoon vodka and ginger beer in my cup
Moscow Mule if I get caught with my tool
It's gon' be drastic
Rather be with than without instead of
Layin' up in a casket
As a capitalist, it's a habit, it's magic
I make it happen
These bitches be on a player like
A K-9 on a package
Every time that I'm on the
Phone I'm talkin' Pig Latin (Pig Latin)
"Baby girl" is when you
Rappin' and you trizznappin'
I know a whole bunch of suckas that
Say they real but they some cowards
Without the liquor, the powder
The crystal meth and the pills
I grew up in the Hills on
The other side of the gravel
Where we keep our lips sealed
And we don't talk, tell or tattle
I give back to my people as I should
(As I should)
I don't fuck with niggas that's no good
(That's no good)
Do unto others as they do unto you
And never turn your back on your crew
(Real spillbiATCH)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Po-po handcuff us and put chains on
Us just like a tire like a car in the snow
In Mount Washington New Hampshire
My bill straps on walrus
They hella fat and they blubbery
Might go to Caesars
Spend 20 racks on some Burberry
The amount of bluebacks I've been
Makin' is stunnin' and groundbreakin'
I be triplin' and doublin' my moola
Ain't no mistakin'
Earl Stevens out'chere movin', I'm proven
No hustlin' backwards
Hella rappers I thought was real need Emmys
They really actors
Non-factor, non-actor, don't matter
Smoke fatter, bitch badder, zip shatter
Stick louder, click-clack it for chit-chatter
Brick stack, on the ground with six bangers
Moonlight, baby, I'm the child of the sun
You lookin' like money
Probably gettin' me some
Yeah, they lookin' like dummy
You ain't gettin' me none
Now I'm lookin' back like, "Nigga, huh?"
(Nigga, huh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that
Uh, ayy, ayy, straight like that uh