(feat. Rasheed)
[SPM]
Master minded, boys get blinded
Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can`t find it
Oh never mind it`s right here
Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere
Dear diary: my hood is so firery
I remember when no one would hire me
used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery
A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me
sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas
take my niggas out to Ninfas,
I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas
the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,
close ranges, this money never change us, leave `em brainless
Forever armed and dangerous
Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood
I`m a thug, that`s known to fight hate with love
[Chorus]
[Rasheed & SPM]
On fire
"We ain`t goin` nowhere"
Hell nah homeboy
"We ain`t goin` nowhere"
No way, no how
"We ain`t goin` nowhere"
So fuck what you thought
"We ain`t goin` nowhere"
[Rasheed]
Here we go,
It`s them soldiers from the ghetto
the "mero mero`s"
Rasheed puffing on golden pedals
Acapulco style Colombians from mi end
hydroponic chronic smokin` chokin` potency love me in `em
crumblin` to a fine hyna, (hey)
{but that leavin` might}?
that I`ma love her so much
when the hustlin` get behind her
These senoritas be bangin` I hit `em with the action
assassination of the heart but won`t be no attractions
You see I`m calculating deep on my dividends
be givin` up friends, I don`t need none of that shit in the end
Independent disposal is world wide
Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers
slide (slide, slide,slide)
Purity assure me the highest quality
I follows my cheddar, you countin` carrots in the Marriot
I carry a hit from my head to the planet
global, on my mobile, my click forever known
[Chorus]
[SPM]
In God we trust,
Partna, ain`t no bossin` us
I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus
but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges
I guess I got my three wishes
To rock the world like a muthafuckin` ounce of dope
Niggas couldn`t see me, even with a microscope
I tag cities up, run right through `em
other labels wonder what the fuck I`m doin`
I`m just pursuin` my dreams, it`s not what it seems
I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens
Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts
You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin` jerks
but face it, all that hatin` is gay shit
You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet
I`d rather die, then work for the man
No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans
[Chorus x2]
