ET - Curren$y et B-Real Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de ET de Curren$y, B-Real

ET est une chanson de Curren$y, B-Real pour laquelle les lyrics ont été ajoutés en 2014.

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Uh, fresh paint on a park bench
Shinin in the sunlight of the morning
Under the shade of the trees, taking it all in
In the courtyard of my homegirl's apartments
Scared to play, how could you ever win ?
Make a mistake, then or envision
Make em see that shit the way you did
Some of these fools will never get it
But I still give 100% just
Consideration for the listeners
Appreciation for the livers
Lifers, Henny swiggers
Weed smokers, Chevy drivers
Switches hittin, steady dippin, bangin oldies
Throw the set up out the window
Hear my own at the homies
Just fry it then bitch
You can't kill, immortals chillin
Portals to dimensions where everybody keep it realer
On this side we don't feel ya
On inside one of these youngins might steal ya
On this side for lookin too unfamiliar
Too much like a squealer
Dice shooter, debt dealers, grocery store loaders all the same nigga
Put in turn, bad position
Back to coolest cat in the corner
Transformin to a junkyard bulldog on em posers
Imposters, opponents
I throw em all in "one size fits all" boxes
Coachin, while smoking noticed a weakness in yo defense
We bust it open, fittin to run it like a quarterback option
These niggas not sharks, they just flounders
Goners in training, surround em then drown em
Scuba Steve, bloodhounding, never found em
Started from the bottom, then I got rich
Never dipped cus I'm so at one with my surroundings bitch


[Refrain]
You far away from yo home, you's an alien alien
You far away from yo own, you a alien alien
You far away from yo home, you's an alien alien
You far away from yo own

If I'm pullin trees out the grow room
Phone blowin up, man how they know so soon ?
All these ladies lookin right, hydro blue
Got these rookies fuckin faded singin showtunes
To get it from the doctor it's the wrong set
And if you're sittin too close catch a contact
If you want my territory, come back
I don't be losin, cool doctor is a com cat
Every 90 days around the way the ladies pay me
Crazy how they make me paper, I appreciate it greatly
One day I'll retire, get some peace to those who hate me
But you're sayin to the doctor
Listen, no one else could save me
But every now and then someone's steppin out of pocket
People want my green and my bibles try to block it
This is unacceptable, I don't see the logic
To put yo life at risk cus I put one through yo locket
I don't be for raw shit, I just wanna treat my patients
It's a cold life, Alaska, Sara Palin
When I give you knowledge take it like a revelation
When the people want the best to know that I'm the destination
Any other source will get you higher, feel amazing
But it's just a duplication of the fire that I'm blazing
When you're far away from home and you don't have no saucers
I will dab you out if I could just find where my torch is

[Refrain]
You far away from yo home, you's an alien alien
You far away from yo own, you a alien alien
You far away from yo home, you's an alien alien
You far away from yo own

Uh, she came first, I came last
Shistic bitch, I put arsenic in yo glass and
Propose a toast to the fact that you've been smoked
You a dead man walkin, sucka you ain't even know
Never let my eyes close round these hoes but she quick to put us down on the scope, that's fo sho
Tryna work her way in, mafia ties, helicopter rise
Business meetings in the sky
Drug dealers in disguise, this I
Day in, day out
Dazed in the day's end
Letting this work play out
They downloading the memo when I put a tape out
But I'm the manefactor so there will never be a drought
As a matter fact, girl you need to peep yo boy out
I've been considering assembling a batch of bad bitches
My hired assassins, looks could kill
Cus I just handed looks a magnum
We called out look cus, fuck man
Look at er, she got them looks man
Model, singer / actress
Dillinger's in the mattress
Gloves and ski masks, dissipate the static
Chase away the madness, chase bank deposits
Bitch I always got it, I just tell you I don't have it
Cus too many people was lookin at me when you aksed me
100% average and highness, your majesty
I am this savagely (you know where you at fool ?)

[Refrain]
You far away from yo own, you a alien alien
You far away from yo home, you's an alien alien
You far away from yo own
Holmes

It looks like a fortress around here
What's with all the new faces ?
We'll need em now. After the hospital thing Sunny got mad. We hit Bruno Tattaglia 4 o'clock this morning. Jesus Christ.


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