Lyricks to the song (Salon Mix) a written and freestyled improve. By Point One from the album single written by Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyricks to the song (Salon Mix) a written and freestyled improve. By Point One from the album single written by Justin D. Myers   Jango and Datpiff.com

“Gucci,

         

            Gucci,

                    

                        Gucci,----

---verse 1---

Still blowing trees, like hurricane Katrina

Quick to lay a chick down

Same as ike did tinna-------

Now dat girls a misdemeanor

Cant see nothing less than felonies

I give um three strikes

Lyke  myne,

Over them little things

Ever since the seventies

Been laying it down

I was born in 85

And wasn’t even around,

I was raised by the greatest

And bred by the best

I be servin

Water, blood, better make me

Slicker  then sweat

Whyle I be,

Curessin on her chest,

Turn the camra on

And light a sweet

For everybody finishing

We need to smoke some goody weed

Amongst them other things

Complamenting on her pretty feet

The way,-------

               

                          She moves her hips

The---,

            arch--,

                      the back ---

                                       it’s priceless!!!---

cant stay on the subject

there just  aint enough tyme

                  -------and  lifes

--------priceless!!!

--- Verse 2----

California arctic breeze

Palm tree’s,

Collard greens,

Sunshine, cronic,

readin ,

fine girls sandy feet

wearing next to nothing

at the club

getting there groove on----

at the lake in candy paint

speakers bang a slow song

rollin hills,

desert plains,

ocean views,

everything,

ski slopes,

earth quakes,

sport’s seens,

gang seen’s,

its good or bad

we have it all

that’s why I love it yall

that’s why im a keep doin my thang

for California”

(<freestyle improve slur>)

“Never gin’ to same the bleed

Or bred I was-“[Slur]

“Oops--------

                      

                        I Slurred-------

                           You hear that--------

                            (Laugh)

Let me fix that--------“

----verse 3---

“Never gin’ to leave the state

That I was born and raised in

West coast

Ride tell the day im in a casket

Grown here and to die here

Buy and supply hear

Shed a tear soon as I leave ,

                                           California!!!!----“

“Wit a mix a city country bamma

Aint a state in this country

That can do it better

Others try but don’t secede

Come to these,-- close to p

Chi-town  to name a few,--

Where we got a state of the same shit

California is where I was grew

I don’t ever stray from the pac

Im a militant soldier

Im down for my team

Red beam, the pistol holder

Fire money folder

Years stay, so I get colder

I blame it on these crackers

Surrounding me as im older

There girl I thought I told her

But she cant leave me alone bra

Its not my fault the broad

Went Creole

Now she sown up

Now,now

You want to show up

Don’t act,

Im too passive

Put the red dot on ya forehead

And leave----[slur]--- sugga fish-------Show do--------

Yeah------- I did it again!!!

Oops-----,---Let me

                            -------fix that up!!!”

“you aint no hustler,

Man,

Think before you say that word

A hustler playes to never lose the game

Or hit the fuckin curb

Should have stayed off your gamble

You’d played against the odds

This hustle works

Never fall down or get scared

Make something out a nothing-------

At any cost  ----

It takes   To get some props

Now ya better leave n learn

Stupid dumb

Still stay smoking on some bud

Damn motha fuck

I smoke a blunt just to wake me up

You a dumb sucka

Motha fucka

Suck some playa nuts

Im a playa doin this

For decades on the street

Lyke the teacher in the chapel

Knowen just when to speak”

“Say,------- do it how the preacher,-------say

Man,

Big tank,

Point bang,

Bleed in the same game”

----Oops--- I slurred

I guess im a have to end this

Lyke this--------“

--- chorus----

“We gonna get money ho

Give a fuck who you wit

If you think , you the shit

You can sho’ suck a dick

Onlay’,-------Onlay’, -------

               We gon’ get money ho 

            

Onlay’,-------Onlay’, -------

               We gon’ get money ho 

been doing this for years

we playas

we pimps

we gon’ n get this money

give a fuck who you wit

if you think you the shit

you can show’ly suck a dick

Onlay’-------Onlay’--------“

---verse 4----

“I don’t mean to be a freak

But the candle wax is drippin

From your calves your thighs

N eyes, you got me on a mission

For sex!!!-------

Nothing wrong with sex

Lay ya on ya side

Got a hard dick

Deep in side ya as I lick up,

Down your spine,--------

                          

                                    -------Im Raw!!!

Baby girl---,

Im a bite ya on ya neck,

Curessing you on ya slep

Slippy nipples getting wet,

I can smell your pungent odor----

Getting good ,-------Come on!!!!-------“

“Im a G----

    Ive did three years-----

---In this motha fucka

Got out on good behavior

Suck on the polish from ya toe nails

And drink the bath water out ya bath

But hold on a motha fucka

Better get the<*<h

(break for respect-aww---)

A quarter ounce a hash

And get that paper motha fucka’s

S’why I laugh!!!

Suck on my ass

I don’t give a fuck

What ya think

Fuck it”

[studio background noise]

         -------(end)-------