Curren$y Album

Yeah
And
Where..
Haven't..
We..
Been yet
Uh
They look up the Jets
You can't stop the planes
Nigga you can't do a thang

Verse:

Uh machete sharp
My dream's realized a Ferrari horse
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Never let 'em play you
Fuck 'em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running thru my shoes
For the day that I can kick 'em off
Relax
I said i quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laugh
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags, chill
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shhhhl, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Suckatash all stuck to the dishes
Wonder why i won't eat with ya
Boss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
Shook the dice and rolled
When niggas like you woulda stay shook and frozed
I get busy
You think you know you aint sure

Fool.

Yea.
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Fool
Spitta get this whole shit jumpin like
Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton
The small things keep me different from these fools
Pull my draw strings
Keep my sweats off of my shoes
I'm a dawg mang keep my paws clean
I ain't fuckin with you at all
Lames is your whole set
Please don't recognize ya'll
Independent acrobatic
Make that loo sommersault
Rememberin my license and restrictions in my moms car
Came a long way
But I don't got time to be
Sittin at the dock of the bay
Wastin every second
Money can be made out a rhyme
I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out the beat until it die
Call CSI
I got um runnin scared tryna catch up
57 heinz gregory the dance legend
Make music I'm steppin out
At a major event
Best dressed in attendance
And I never left the house

Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?

Greens rolled under the gazzibo
Lemonade level vodka
Badgamon playin Keno
Musical Mafia
Loaded bases bring my Team home I'm the great bambino
Roulette wheels in the casino
Fat max scammin off the top
But that's the game we in
What you gone do about it huh?
Sacrifice and hit the independent prolly not?
They not like me.
That's why they don't like me
Me I'm like Lee
In my trilla in between
Scenes got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Break your foot tryna kick it like I kick it
Kill yourself tryna live how I'm livin
SPITTA

Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?

(All around the world the same song
Cali buzz strong it's that love phase gone
So high tell my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stays gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it and then keep a straight face punk!)

Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga,
Everybody around this bitch got money,
We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up

[VERSE 1]
Holla a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin bout
Uh, Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million, lookin out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive linebackin' homie who gon' block em

[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me

[VERSE 2]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin the partition so the driver won't bother me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I'm comin back for it

[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool)
What it was
What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding off they weddin' rings)
Uncork the champagne (Yeah)
And she just wanna ride with a G (Yeah)

[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
(Yeah, Yeah, Fool)
Fresh out the time machine, I step
Mercedes Benz SL5, the rides kept
I play the field with stiff arms and side steps
Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep
Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept
When I mention my intentions were to step
Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me
We've got history
I know I still can be, fool
And women I've been with know it's true
No matter what I got goin'
Saw me wit my mang thang
Still got my number she textin' my phone,
She just wanna ride with a G
I can't knock her
For fuckin with these imposters,
Lower case G's, little me's
Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed,
My budd covered in fuzz
But not surrounded by the police

[Chorus]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Playa, playa, lay a, spraya
On the real loco
I should be the mayor
Compassionate, rare
Fly to a spider
Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper
My cipher is G's
No fleas, green trees
No seeds, oh please
We press, we ease
Artistically in a midst of me
I'm mystically and magical
The weight I form the group
Makes a move I mean cuz my shit is like classical
It blows my mind and I know
This new diamond I quote
It's worth about a mil ticket
Baby is ya down to come get it?
Cause my seat is unoccupied
West coast livin' is you down to ride?
We can take ya to the spot maybe,
But it's hot baby
From the bottom all the way to the top, baby
You with the boss dogg, that it is
See I'm bout the currency with urgency
Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

[Chorus]

So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant
with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin
or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
they only after ya bread them fuckin birds
you think they like your haircut fair enough
live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
and back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
and stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the bahamas
mama it's either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser
download or updated NBA roster play?
two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin off
brand muthafuckas odd numba you are not even on my level
write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
can't catch me sleepin you ear hustlin muthafucka
and I'm eatin creepin with my side
bitch hope I don't ge caught cheatin New Orleans
dis morning new york in this evening squintin
they eyes and shit they can't see him fly in the house
buzzin them bugs can't be him elegible letters in my leger
they can't read him smilin money pilein I'm cheesin odometer
broken I ain't know that I was speedin fast livin slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburg niggas ? V Diablo 96 ? Daniel son crane kick

[Trademark Da Skydiver]
It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
You know what I rep and I'm one of the best
Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
That's damn near I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin for breath
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
But I don't know too many niggas with silent success
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin a sweat

[Chorus x2]
I'm just laid back chillin posted
Living like a villian mostly
High off this purple shit
No lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted
Money bitches
.....
Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster

[Curren$y]
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
They takin shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
Lames know what I claim
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
Seats butter boogets
Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed
Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap
They squeeze these lemons they selves
The hearts of women melt
When trilla lyrics are felt
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash leon phelps
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
Get it crackin like lobsters ice vodka in the ...

[Chorus x2]

[Young Roddy]
???

[Chorus x2]

[Hook: Big Krit]
I'll take you farther than far
Somewhere near Mars
We'll get hiiiiiiiiiiigh in the skkkkkkkky
I'll take you where you can't be
Unless you with me
We'll get hiiiiiiiiiiigh in the skkkkkkkky

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Box Chevy, No Tint
Floatin inside... aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us... Jet Setta's
I joined the mile high club somewhere over texas
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black lexus
I told em put it all on spitta
Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's
Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that high grade
Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]
True visionary impeccable timing
Shine sorta blindin don't look twice
My Fresh don't it look nice
Yo DNA ain't the same pimp so naw you don't look right
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours...
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to lose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove all things
I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts
Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
If you ain't spending money then what did u call for
I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all spoke
The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Came through to conquer
Been killin this since contra
Low sponsor and I'm smokin on a mini launcher
8 grams nigga fuck with me
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
I don't blow reggie bush, neva would
This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good
With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers
Definers, drop gems so timeless
Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ
Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat
Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars
And them bloggers like oh my gawd...
Smokee robinson, earl james, and george kush
Round table eatin pasta like mobsta's
Make a killin off sour D
They lied money really do grow off trees... yes

[Hook]

[Chorus]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, AC on
Windows up, new shit playin'
What you sayin? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language,
Fluently speak it
And reject fools comin' in my lane with that weak shit,
That's how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don't lay down till the sunrise


[Chorus]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out (run out)
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up

[Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm in a fire twips (Twips)
High as hell (Man..)
I'm try'na nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you're takin it for hostage
Try'na put you on the game
Maybe you should watch it
They takin' trips to asp.
And flyin' kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
On the floor with the mascot
Dancin', fly as Helly Hansons on our shoulder blades,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
That's Italian go there
I'm born if you peep the change
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
If we need the flame,
Drink until I gotta piss
Damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I'm drinkin'
And I'm out of it

whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
you were cool ten years ago, your fucking lex bubble

[verse 1: curren$y]
brand new tires/ rollin down the same old strip/
new party /same old chicks
im so sorry/ if i dont look happy to be here
in your label office/ but they said i cant smoke weed here
man fuck it im out/ black owned
and im bout it fool/ i got a studio in my house
along with/ some the perks that come with my work
pretty twenty something sleepin in my diamond supply shirt
there is not a adjective to describe how i work
hard is not enough/ brother im tougher
whack niggas with that sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
you was cool ten years ago/ you fucking lex bubbles, bubble
you gotta know when to hold em/ know when to fold em
learn how to roll with the punches
take em to school/ give these niggas brown bag lunches
if it aint the jets then it aint nothing

[hook: mos def]
yo the king closed his cloak
the set was over fo'
such a excellent moment
so emotional
they rushed out on the field
so devoted folk
final victory clutch they went postal code
glory overload
hold up hold my coat
please remember this day
this changes everything we can do anyting
we ready for anything

[verse 2: jay electronica]
my momma told me son/ always call a spade a spade
be like chuck d/ never be like flavor flav
but that clock around his neck is so fly/
and the way he complimentin chuckie with that bow tie flow/
make me feel high so/ im gon spit it my way
excuse me as i do me/ crusin rudely down the high way
im young black intelligent/ elegant blahzay
back to the thesis/ back to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
back to black and gold ballies/dickies with the creases
pullin youngins by the coattails/schoolin em who the beast is
i pray this flow is dumb enough ugh/i pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
cause ima throw my number up/
ima throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
and summon up the thunder what?
the voodoo man is coming bro
cant see the forest for of trees
its okay, i got my jigsaw and my lumbertruck
tell them boys their run is up

[hook: mos def]
the king rose and spoke
the set was overful
such a beautiful moment
so emotional
they cried out on the field
so devoted for
home team champion they went postal code
power overload
hold up hold my coat
please remeber this day
this changes and so you show anyway
we ready for anything

[Curren$y]
Ray Leather on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda
Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo
Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops
Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves
Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoe's jus followin' they noses, to my door its
no joke momma jus roll this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus wait
No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate
becuz I had fate certain
I can make it shake, like turbulence
sweet sugar babies all sleepin' in my nursery
Walkin', suckas go to shufflin', nervously
wont stop til I reside at the top permanently
Twenty-One joints burnin' for me

[Hook]
And if you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let yo paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper bill bitch

[Nesbey Phips]
This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is hah?, cuz I'm in first class makin' beats
Sippin cranberry, no liquor
deboard the plane, hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin'
even tho I'm a fall back nigga
but that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz
people do show love
fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
but leave them blunts in yo car, cuz we don't do those cuz
thats a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
now she, cookin' me breakfast after lustin' me for dinner
figure she won't lose cuz she fuckin' wit a winner
I told her game over to reset press enter

[Hook]

[Curren$y]
Mission Impossible completed
obstacles are obstacle illusions, we don't really see 'em
They put rules in place cuz y'all need 'em
Some people are like sheep
I got no mercy for the weak
especially when niggas next to me, ain't ready to eat
I put 'em in position to get them, I'm gettin' me
Louisana traveler twistband
lookin for my music, is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
kawasaki ninja on the kickstand
any minute I'm Audi
Like 4 rings, true and engineering ya got me
Bitches longin' to be by me
Hypnotic karate
Talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy
From these verbal massages, highed up
Astrologist, smokin' wit yo goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this

[Hook]

[Devin The Dude:]
I'm Puffin
I never get enough in
I never cook coke up on the stovetop
But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But it's trapped inside a rubber
Should I flush that hoe out?
To use again? Well it depends do I have another one
I cuss for fun
Too cool to have to buss a gun
I don't have to duck and run
I could fuck a bum up quick
But that's some tenth grade shit
And it's all about chillin smilin laughin
So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin
At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded
You rollin that billie jean bitch BEAT IT
And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most
People propose a toast from coast to coast
But it don't even matter whose the highest
Cause if it ain't dope
Their ain't no hope
They ain't gone buy it

[Curren$y:]
Yeeeaaa
Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess
GPS loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, Drinks poured
Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll
I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old
And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe
Approach the closed do'
It crack open before my eyes
Shorty with a doobie of her own I am not surprised
Cause I don't kick it on the low
With no bitches that don't get high
Wrap me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cause I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind
At your grandma's house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She question me for smellin like a pound

Yeah, Yeah
It's all good
It's already i
Yeah, it's already understood
Ain't nothin
Still the same old, that's all
Ain't nothin change fool

{Verse one} [Curren$y]
Uhh Nigga for what?
Get down with them suckers when I'm high as fuck
and they under us
Catch ya crook and ya neck
I'm tryin' watch the jets
Mr.Tokyo drift, spin ya'in on a vet
Lookin' for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Wakin and bakin I need a greatest hits blastin
Petal mashin, paper twistin, scrape a engine
Rag racer, no 3D glasses just a high ass rapper
Spitta, nigga in the building
Nah I'm on the roof chillen
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don't know how to do it homie I'll school ya
Barrell roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers
Makin hot wheels outta hookahs,
Holdin it down like balloon strings

{Chorus}
Uhh, it's all good
Ain't gotta be said
It's all ready understood
Ain't nothin,
Ain't nothin' change but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin' change but the address
We still the same old niggas switchin the script
But we still playin' the same roll, that's all
Ain't nothin' changed but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin change

{Verse two} [Stalley]
Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day short
Night shorts, all girls sock shootin three's, lounge care
Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call em back tell my mama I make it
Not come place it with the life style
Feels good but it's hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after pickin through the pound
Whole perception done changed
Funny how at 3 how a flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinkin on
When I'm driftin in and out of herb clouds
Hangin on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me I'll be back don't trip
In the mirror with this shift kick
Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick
Plottin in the tropics thinkin' how I'm gone run ish
Back in the states when I'm leavin

{Chorus}
Uhh, it's all good
Ain't gotta be said
It's all ready understood
Ain't nothin,
Ain't nothin' change but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin' change but the address
We still the same old niggas switchin the script
But we still playin' the same roll, that's all
Ain't nothin' changed but the address (fool)
Ain't nothin change

[Intro:]
Yeah (Where haven't we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media... Press)

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity if I rest,
In between destinations a lil hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh,
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin',
Waitin on ya to contridict yaself
All be and edvict yourself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle aka wood in the bengals
And just my Wayans brothers in the prescence of danger,
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
Stay calm knowin' we belong on the top,
But we ain't trippin',
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss move me so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is,
Them niggas is bomb,
Throwin partise like yeah bitch come
They all at my art showin,
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mouse

[Chorus:]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everything is a test,
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press,
They just wann see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

[Verse 2:]
(Yeah)
Vintage any chance hangin' from the ceilin,
Naked beauties and blush pillows in em,
Incense and fresh linen,
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthins
The fake niggas it kills them,
And the Big homie said
That he "Still got visions of the rooftop."
As do I,
George, Jets and Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my I'm pala seat,
A New Orleans nigga,
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Skibeatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key

[Chorus]