Esham - Pinot Grigio lyrics

Sniper and police fire this is the east side

Girl, all I do is think of you
 you my little Pikachu
Spin the bottle, week on the beach
It's just me and you
I'm sad if I ain't seein' you
I'm happy if I'm freakin' you
You be on my mind
Everybody that I'm speakin' to
So pack your bags, get ready to go
When I blow the horn, come out the door
When we spend this money
We can spend some more
Think win win win, we can win some more
We makin' plans, takin' trips
Just copped that new spaceship
Everybody that see us say congratulations
So I dedicate this to the guns
If you ain't gettin' money
Gotta get you some
It started out for me when I was very young
'Cause Detroit city is where I'm from
Rule one, you ain't really got no friends
'Cause these niggas will kill you if
You ain't got no ends
Rule two, never let 'em know what you do
'Cause if they knew how to get money
They'd get some too
Rule three, don't trust nobody
Niggas will rock your body like
The DJ at the party
Rule four, know you heard this before
Don't get high off your own supply
'Cause if you do that thing
You was bound to die
And from the start, you was just a fiend
Is it a nightmare or just a dream?
Rule five, stay your ass alive
One life to live, only the strong survive
Rule six six six, this game is full of tricks
So back on up, I'ma say
It again, triple sevens, i was born to win
Seven Mile, Heaven's child
Born broke and beat up style
Still they hate what I make, the mile I'm on
It still ain't eight
But, I'm fine with my nine, with my nine
With my nine
Ten Mile I cruise and switch, Eleven Mile 696
Still I ride, fly in my whip, I'm ridin' by
I wave at your chick
In my V12 on Twelve Mile, on my way to Hell
You jealous? I fell down
I got up when it rain I got an umbrella
For the love of the M's, not Eminem
But the M-I double L IO-N
I'm always doing the Errol Flynn
And before you she was my girlfriend
But she love me still 'cause she pay my bills
And keep my pockets on refill
By the seashore lookin' for seashells
Don't need no other females
At the car wash gettin' that detail
I choke your ass like
If you ask I won't kiss and tell
But, if you fuck with her
I may spit some shells
This real life, not no fairy tale
At the bank, they know her very well
Very well, very well, very well, very well
Esham boomin' words from Hell
And calculatin' every sale
Every sale, every sale, every sale
Every sale more bounce to the ounce
Every step to me counts
All around the world with the heavy amounts
Euros, yens, plenty friends
Hundreds, twenties, tens, yeah
Count by hand, no money machine
No middle man, no in between
All this cabbage stuffed in my jeans
Me and my queen cookin' collared greens
Goin' back to back like the
Detroit Pistons in 1990
Right in front of that
By the money stack is where you can find me
Detroit Bad Boy like Vinnie
Microwave in the city
He be clutchin' the for bacon
Roastin' the piggies
So I dedicate this to the guns
If you ain't gettin' money
Gotta get you some
Gotta pay your dues and know the rules
'Cause in this game, ain't no refunds
A dollar ain't shit unless you save them ones
A gun ain't shit unless you spray them drums
A preacher won't bless you unless
You pay them some it's the root of all evil
But you pray for some
Evil blessings, true confessions
I just got one question
What is a man that gain the
World and lose his soul possession?
You tryin' to get to Heaven
But you got the wrong directions