180 Days (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 (La música de Harry Fraud)
 La-da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da
 Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby
 We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
 If you can keep a secret, we could always kick it
 This what they fucking with me for in the first place
 Documenting my rise, representing my birth place
 My homeboys buy me muscle cars on my birthday
 My homeboys steamroll probably before I know that they in the way
 My bitch in the tub, she got your bitch feeding her grapes
 I'm watching Carlito's Way
 Your friend since the fourth grade got you on tape
 Caught up, they threaten to throw him behind the gates if he didn't cooperate
 He handed you over that day on a silver plate to escape
 Total disgrace, we don't do things that way
 I ordered a Wraith, it's handmade, it take 180 days
 You want it to happen overnight, you having a bad dream
 When you wake up, my team beat and fled the scene with all the cream
 That's right, British racing green on my latest foreign machine
 Seat color look real close to tangerine peels
 Soulja told you what happen to fakes in the field
 I pour out a whole bottle for my partner, he that real
 East Side at all times still
 Chevrolet on three wheels at the red light standing still
 Reputation on stainless steel
 '58 Continental dogg
 Digital dashboard, no analog
 Turn the corner, raise the front
 My music is hella loud, so is this blunt
 Unadulterated, funk baby
 Four fifteens up in the trunk, baby
 What a day, I play to play
 'Bout to scoop up my brand new Chevrolet
 And it's a donk ride, Duval gave it to me
 It's on some Florida shit, you know the flavor homie
 It's stitched by Slick so it's sick as fuck
 Police behind me, they on my nuts
 But they'll never catch a G like me
 I do the right thing bitch, like I was Spike Lee
 And I might be in a IROC or a 5 point 0
 Or Cadillac for sure, laying real low
 Moon roof open with the fin tails
 Inhale, exhale, chem trails
 Me and Spitta, that's some real shit
 Crip'd up and whipped up, hand on the killswitch
 Say, you better know it man
 From the NO to the LBC
 It's what we do man
 We get to it like we do it
 Always on that fluid
 Spitta, Snoop Dogg
 Y'all know what time it is
 We gon' ride out to this shit, so gangsta
 Yeah, we're in a caravan right now, 'bout 55 cars
 Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Monte Carlos, IROCs, 5.0s, Falcons, Cougars, Mustangs
 I mean, I mean
 Hahahaha
 That nigga in that Cutlass, that shit cold
 That shit's slick
 Okay, 50 something Belair huh
 I can dig it
 Mmm