Curren$y
Текст песни BBS

Smoking Out the Big Jar!

[Curren$y:]
This that 'go BBS' flow
Plastic 'Nike Air' tags on your original 4's
Niggas is z'd on your mans
And I'm rollin' a O
Leave em sleep;
I don't need them suckers listenin' to me
Packed a bong, forward everything except the kitchen sink
Underneath which, I keep a set of Andy slippers
I could fix my lining up 'fore we go over by them bitches
A quick lil' something
Can't get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror
Type of dilemmas, that'll never hinder my jet living
We just chilling
So don't come around here
Fake toughin; Runnin' off the women
Bossed up
All us... southside the club
Waitin to tip drivers who pull our cars up
'The fuck you though this was dawg?
I'm a Trill muthafucker after all
Haters is dressed in safety-ness, encouraging my fall

Won't catch me there
But you can catch me on air
When my new shit premier
At whatever media outlet
Decide to play it fair
Fuck playin' dead pimin' I'm a play the bear
Grizzly, seriously
Fishburne, turn-flip styles furiously
This that 70's soul green
Alchemistry, amen
Been a G since buddy lee's
Lames be cuffin they jeans and they bitches
I be cookin these bird ass hoes
Running circles round 'em
They rotissery chickens
Love got a shovel in her hand
I see you digging; strike gold,
Build your own coffin with it,
Dead ass...
Flick ashes on the girls in my pas-tense
The 'tely was for the ones I was just fuckin
The crib; for the one I was gonna get right back with
It's easy to get tangled
In the stars, spangled
Mangled in the night life
Living out my bars
Dangerous!