Vogues

Lyrics

In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper
 Fired My Receptionist 'cause she a slow typer
 Candy green Viper with the white striper
 Choppin' down Scott, slicer & a dicer
 Keep my wrist iced up just like my white cup
 Ass on the tight buck bought Pop a nice truck
 Bang, Spice I round my neck a phyton
 Pack a 4 pound gun
 Puff like a dragon, slab cadillac Broughm
 Stack cash in the back of a Crack home
 Wrec'em 'til the outro, show em' how the south go
 Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo
 No Blues or red that's leavin' fools dead
 Bang gray tapes & listen to what Screw Said
 Tre to the Clarke, back to the South Park.
 Have you ever seen a nigga just freak a Skylark?
 Ride, ride, ridin' on them Vogues, fo' sho mayne, we gon'
 Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them Vogues fo' sho mayne.
 I was a neighborhood drug dealer
 Hillwood High life fuckin' blood spiller
 In it for the money & not much else
 Picked up a pen & I struck wealth
 I was travelin' to different cities, different hoods
 Sometimes in Arenas, Sometimes in the woods
 Met alot of fans that I never knew had
 I get little gifts & I give 'em to my Dad
 He puts 'em in a room with all my old trophies
 Things he looks at 'cause he ain't got no stories
 Of me growin' up as a kid on Corl Street
 He left to the store & now were 4 deep
 Came back 10 years later
 Mom there's a man outside. Is he a neighbor?
 He said he lived in our house a long time ago
 That's your Dad, son, I guess he's back from Stop N Go.
 Ride, ride, ridin' on them Vogues, fo' sho' mayne, we gon'
 Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them Vogues fo' sho' mayne.
 Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces
 So I had to open up 7 Dope Houses
 Cadillac Bounces, started makin' thousands
 Draped up in 3 thousand dollar outfits
 Everybody happy, laws tryin' to trap me
 Pissed 'cause I quit & started comin' up rapping
 Higher than some scaffolding sipping laughing
 Stayin' on my toes like them hoes that be tapping
 I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper
 In my jag trippin' out on Zoolander
 Play fastball but I move kinda slow
 With some little freaks, y'all must be from Idaho
 I think I'm from Ohio 'cause I'm kinda high yo'
 I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though
 Killin' brain cells really isn't cool
 That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052.
 Yep... that's me... blowin' weed with my grandpa watchin' uhh... yo.
 O mayne, we gon'
 Crawl, crawl, crawl them 84's fo' sho' mayne.
 Well then, ride, ride, on them killer Vogues fo' sho' mayne.
 Creep & crawl, crawl, on them 84's.

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Duration
03:51
Key
6
Tempo
180 BPM

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