Ski Beatz, Curren$y, Jim Jones - Go lyrics
[Ski Beatz, Curren$y, Jim Jones - Go lyrics]
Go! (go, go, go)
Uh, this ain't spitting
This is monkey flipping
We keep guns on hip and
You don't want no friction
And of course we still run the shit and
No toilet bowl nigga
We still dopest shitting
On silly competition with
Their weak compilations
We be thirty deep, it's easy
We'll stomp your face in
Two hundred cash for them cars we racin'
And we want the cash even though
It's the root of Satan
Debatin', they love the way I floss 'em
The chicks say he's awesome
With no prejudice, it's just
I love a sexy bitch
White, black, yellow, purple
Have them on some X and shit
Double stack, hopping out the bubble back
Porsche motherfucker
Get your thoughts mother fucker
And some say I'm bipolar cause I
Stay high like the solar
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Reporting like Bryant Gumble
And, I hope my name don't
Fumble out your mouth
Watch you mouth if the cops do come through
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Go! (go, go, go)
I'm a money machine
Counting rap dollars at a sickening volume
While losers was counting on me not popping
Suckas was getting pissed since
I was plotting
On taking ownership of all of this
And I almost got it
Haters bump me on the low and
Don't tell nobody about it fuck it though
Not another bar for the suckers
My bucket low, Arizona Grape flavored
In my cup holder, these cars may look alike
But yours is much slower
This the big dog motor
Should have saved up for it
But fools be in a rush
To touch something quick
You took the easy route
And copped a fucking V-6 with your lame ass
I'm pouring liquor on your bitches, Spitta
Dame Dash
Homeboy that's church like stained glass
Old school super goose, no brake pads
Go into the store and get some
Papers when the rain pass yeah
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Reporting like Bryant Gumble
And, I hope my name don't
Fumble out your mouth
Watch you mouth if the cops do come through
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Go! (go, go, go)
Uh, this ain't spitting
This is monkey flipping
We keep guns on hip and
You don't want no friction
And of course we still run the shit and
No toilet bowl nigga
We still dopest shitting
On silly competition with
Their weak compilations
We be thirty deep, it's easy
We'll stomp your face in
Two hundred cash for them cars we racin'
And we want the cash even though
It's the root of Satan
Debatin', they love the way I floss 'em
The chicks say he's awesome
With no prejudice, it's just
I love a sexy bitch
White, black, yellow, purple
Have them on some X and shit
Double stack, hopping out the bubble back
Porsche motherfucker
Get your thoughts mother fucker
And some say I'm bipolar cause I
Stay high like the solar
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Reporting like Bryant Gumble
And, I hope my name don't
Fumble out your mouth
Watch you mouth if the cops do come through
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Go! (go, go, go)
I'm a money machine
Counting rap dollars at a sickening volume
While losers was counting on me not popping
Suckas was getting pissed since
I was plotting
On taking ownership of all of this
And I almost got it
Haters bump me on the low and
Don't tell nobody about it fuck it though
Not another bar for the suckers
My bucket low, Arizona Grape flavored
In my cup holder, these cars may look alike
But yours is much slower
This the big dog motor
Should have saved up for it
But fools be in a rush
To touch something quick
You took the easy route
And copped a fucking V-6 with your lame ass
I'm pouring liquor on your bitches, Spitta
Dame Dash
Homeboy that's church like stained glass
Old school super goose, no brake pads
Go into the store and get some
Papers when the rain pass yeah
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Reporting like Bryant Gumble
And, I hope my name don't
Fumble out your mouth
Watch you mouth if the cops do come through
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Go! (go, go, go)