Burbons and Lacs (2005 Remastered)

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs

With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back

This is for the players, all the pimps and macs

With the Benz makin' enemies and paper stacks

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs

With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back

This is for the players smokin' hoola max

In the skins make dividends and wilin' with the straps

Woodgrain with the leather seats

Windows so dope you you need a flashlight to see me

Smokin' on that doja

******** in the back screamin', no limit soldier

True to the gizzang

Stopped in the projects so the half a ounce of ****

Hit in the state **** to Texas

Listenin' to DJ Scrooge just raise the Lexus

Call the pimp C

Did a song last week with my **** bomb beat

Twisted on some green spinach

And **** still trippin'

I ain't dead

I'm still in it

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs

With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back

This is for the players, all the pimps and macs

With the Benz makin' enemies and paper stacks

See, pockets full of dollars already stacked

So I'm gangster leanin' sideways

Today ain't Friday

Tentatives and today is my day

Take it from mister high spoke rider

Cadillac and suburban driver

Diver, missed the glock aside when I'm ridin'

Flossin' down the block

Holler my boys up in the third

Got the latest words

Swerve to the side of the curve

Fiendin' on me to service

Say **** can't tell I'm off

But I still give her five dollars to wipe my white walls

Again, I

First step out the block

Drop the top 'cause it was hot

Hit the spot with ****

At the side show abouts to block

Hidden doughnuts and you know I'm mackin'

I straight up

Man, let's catch me spinnin'

You could tell I was deaf

'Cause I climb the smoke when I finish

I seen five-oh and man, you try to sweat me

That could be a nice knock, I got a

Hunnid eighty five in the hood

They know they can't catch me

And if you see me chillin'

You can stop me

But I keep that Glock

For you up on the dash and never knew who might not be

And this is for the player

Player, play on

I can't hate you, homie

Player, play on

I can't hate you, homie

Burbons and 'Lacs

Imagine **** money and ****

The midlife is all I dream

Paper chasin' for the green

I'm thuggin' on the scene

**** what you don't believe

Well check the credentials to tell you

A **** livin' presidential

I'm on the level that you busters would never fill

Thought I was caught up in the game and get killed

But the verse that's ****

And hit the studio

And make a mil

For real

I'm slangin' platinum ****

Said, I'm old and ill and got it

I'll make you feel what I said

I got time to parley

She laugh in the bay

Smoke some hay

I wouldn't have the **** out the way

The mad life

The game tight

I'm livin' the life

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs

With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back

This is for the players smokin' hoola max

With the Benz makin' enemies and paper stacks

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs

With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back

This is for the players smokin' hoola max

With the Benz makin' enemies and paper stacks

Player, play on

I can't hate you, homie

You're rollin' on chrome and candy