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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Rap
Lil' Gotti
Lil' Gotti
Rap
Mo B. Dick
Mo B. Dick
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Odell Brown
Odell Brown
Songwriter:in
Lawrence Johnson
Lawrence Johnson
Songwriter:in
David Ritz
David Ritz
Songwriter:in
Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
Songwriter:in
Vyshonn King Miller
Vyshonn King Miller
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mo B. Dick
Mo B. Dick
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumping in the back
This is for the players, hustlers, pimps and macks
With the Benz and the player making paper stacks
[Verse 2]
This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumping in the back
This is for the players fucking too the max
Shaving skins, make dividends and riding with my straps
[Verse 3]
(Uh) Wood grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smoking on that doshia
Four **** in the back screaming, no limit soldier
True to the gizzame
Stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate 10 into Texas
Listening to DJ Screw, just raced the Lexus
Called up Pimp C
Did a song last week with my **** Bun Be
Twisting on some green spinach
And **** still tripping, I ain't dead
I'm still in it
[Verse 4]
This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumping in the back
This is for the players, hustlers, pimps and macks
With the Benz, making deal-ums, paper stacks
[Verse 5]
See pockets full of dollars already
Stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday
Ten it is and today is my day
Take it from Mister, high spoke rider
Cadillac suburban driver
Pussy diver
Push the Glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve her
I said, bitch, can't you tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls
[Verse 6]
And then I
Burst up out the block
Dropped the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow abouts to plot
Hitting donuts, and you know I'm macking
A straight up ****
Catch me spinning, you can tell I was there
'Cause a cloud of smoke when I finish
I seen 5-O and man he tried to sweat me
Thinking he'd be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185 in the hood
And you know they can't catch me
And if you see me
Chilling, you can stop me
But I keep that Glock
40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be
This is for the players
[Verse 7]
Player, play on
I can't hate you, homie
Player, play on
I can't hate you, homie
[Verse 8]
Burbons and Lacs
Mansions and bitches
Money and weed
A made life is all I dream
Paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene, ****
Whatcha don't believe
Well check the credentials, they tell ya
A **** living presidential
I'm on a level that you busters would never feel
Daughter, I'd been caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real
I'm slinging platinum shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say
I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay
Smoke some hay
I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life
The game tight
[Verse 9]
This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs (No Limit for life)
With the tens and the twelves bumping in the back
This is for the players smoking hoolamac
With the Benz, making ends, I mean the paper stacks
[Verse 10]
This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumping in the back
This is for the players smoking hoolamac
With the Benz, making ends, I mean the paper stacks
[Verse 11]
Player, play on
I can't hate you, homie
You rolling on chrome and candy
Written by: David Ritz, Lawrence Johnson, Marvin Gaye, Odell Brown, Vyshonne King Miller
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