Sheek Louch
Текст песни Back to Work

hey yo crack batta pull up to his crib around midnight
street shit, what you know? we only gonna fist fight?
hell nah, where they do that at?
where my ruga at?
see me comming out that black Benz with Miami hat
Pants sag, hundred thousand large in the duffel bag. Headed to my jeweler, my black diamond amueler
rozay in the coola, sittin back gettin medula. yeah, fly nigga but about my
now i throw a gang sign, nigga play nine handle alpine
stickin out my long John, yep
that's Don-Don
i'ma polishin my eagle, me and my hijo,

watchin sports center laughin how they gassed up on T-bow
fresh off a Canada, told em my throat is sore ah ah
ashamed of US money
cut the currency, more
yeah, auto up auction up, Toronto on my second leg,
had em ass naked kissin each other in winter peg
(come here baby) Wu-Block on the streets waiting for that monster
that money ain't correct so we waitin on our sponsor
2012, if the Lox ain't right, if the money aint correct then we gon drop ourselves
shit!
DON DON I'm just warmin up man, D-block!