Lloyd Banks - We Remain | Текст песни

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• Lloyd Banks
• We Remain

[Verse 1:]
Yeah...
I wake up out my nightmare, hit the street and see my dream
Most the shit I love is lost through sickness and magazine, Queens
Cali green, clean, panoramic beam
Night-vision screen, helpin' me to see what can't be seen, mean
Foreign vehicle fiend, since nineteen
The kids see me and scream like I'm sellin' ice cream, dice king
Gangster till I'm walkin' with a walker
I turn a chick a stalker, rip all dignity off her
You'll see a flying saucer 'fore you see another Banks
Kaiser Soze with the wordplay I'm everything that you ain't, uh
Chinchilla killer, nigga splash me with the paint, he stomped
Any club I'm in I'm conf', fuck the competition
Purple bottle pissin', gettin' top from who you kissin'
Listen I will not be locked down and you're on pussy prison
And if you livin' like I'm livin' then you live it up
Brand new car, ribboned up, treatin' life like we don't give a fuck...

[Bridge:]
Now what it is, stayin' sucker free tryna live
Kindness is, took for weakness, fuck 'em all, mind my biz
Trust no-one, jus' my sig, cigarello full of ello
Flyer foot, flyer pedal, on my way in out the ghetto...

[Verse 2:]
Chronic in the Fiji, in a brand new Lamborghini
When you see me it's a half a milli easy, rap need me
I'm so fly, I'm so greasy, and my arm and ears are freezy
Shorty smilin' all cheesy I get her outta her bikini, haha...
Easy... fallaci in the 'cuzzi
An inspirin' actress dyin' to make a movie
Groovy, tooly, couchie, hittin' til I'm woozy
Rubberband man, out in Japan, diamonds and Gucci
Nigga sue me, see me when I see ya
When I shit as diarrhea, f-follow the leader
Flip, I own a heater, I ain't for fakin' either
White on black Beemer, vehicle jungle fever
Give me a breather, back up off the boy a bit
That girl you with, broke her fuckin' neck when she saw the clique
Real baller shit, holiday stuntin'
I start my engine with a button close my door with a button, yeah...

[Bridge:]
Paper stackin' up so I don't need a thang
The streets are goin' dumb again, we to blame
Other crews come and go, we remain
You can see them other niggaz, niggaz can't see the game...

[Outro:]
Nah...
This that V5...
Top five dead or alive...
Uh... Yeah...
Southside I see you...
Northside I see you...
Up top I see you...
Down South I see you...
G-G-G-G-G G-UNITTTT... !

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