180 Days (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (La música de Harry Fraud) La-da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures If you can keep a secret, we could always kick it This what they fucking with me for in the first place Documenting my rise, representing my birth place My homeboys buy me muscle cars on my birthday My homeboys steamroll probably before I know that they in the way My bitch in the tub, she got your bitch feeding her grapes I'm watching Carlito's Way Your friend since the fourth grade got you on tape Caught up, they threaten to throw him behind the gates if he didn't cooperate He handed you over that day on a silver plate to escape Total disgrace, we don't do things that way I ordered a Wraith, it's handmade, it take 180 days You want it to happen overnight, you having a bad dream When you wake up, my team beat and fled the scene with all the cream That's right, British racing green on my latest foreign machine Seat color look real close to tangerine peels Soulja told you what happen to fakes in the field I pour out a whole bottle for my partner, he that real East Side at all times still Chevrolet on three wheels at the red light standing still Reputation on stainless steel '58 Continental dogg Digital dashboard, no analog Turn the corner, raise the front My music is hella loud, so is this blunt Unadulterated, funk baby Four fifteens up in the trunk, baby What a day, I play to play 'Bout to scoop up my brand new Chevrolet And it's a donk ride, Duval gave it to me It's on some Florida shit, you know the flavor homie It's stitched by Slick so it's sick as fuck Police behind me, they on my nuts But they'll never catch a G like me I do the right thing bitch, like I was Spike Lee And I might be in a IROC or a 5 point 0 Or Cadillac for sure, laying real low Moon roof open with the fin tails Inhale, exhale, chem trails Me and Spitta, that's some real shit Crip'd up and whipped up, hand on the killswitch Say, you better know it man From the NO to the LBC It's what we do man We get to it like we do it Always on that fluid Spitta, Snoop Dogg Y'all know what time it is We gon' ride out to this shit, so gangsta Yeah, we're in a caravan right now, 'bout 55 cars Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Monte Carlos, IROCs, 5.0s, Falcons, Cougars, Mustangs I mean, I mean Hahahaha That nigga in that Cutlass, that shit cold That shit's slick Okay, 50 something Belair huh I can dig it Mmm